Posts Tagged ‘drinks’

A Little Pain and Fermented Grain

Susie Geissler
I’m precariously perched atop an unwelcoming bar stool, waiting out steel blue thunderheads, and drinking a jalapeño martini as Tom Waits growls, “I like my town with a little drop of poison” into my frontal lobe. Not th...


Del Frisco’s Grille Is Safe … -Ish

Susie Geissler
Not to get all Marathon Man up in here, but whenever I venture somewhere new, I have a feedback loop in my brain that says, “Is it safe?” It’s not like the places I check out for this column offer dental surgery behind a ...

The pies come straight from Cane Rosso’s 900-degree brick oven. Brian Hutson

Hair of the Dog at Cane Rosso

Susie Geissler
As an old acquaintance of mine once slurred over his congealed hollandaise sauce, “a brunch without booze is just a sad, late breakfast.” My friends and I treated the meal back then as a drinking-related speed-dating event....


Smooth Not Smoothie

Susie Geissler
I know Fort Worth has its share of mixologists and drink snobs. I assume they gather at mixology summer camp to grow beards and workshop casually dismissive ways to indicate how we should be happy they served us. But mostly, Fo...


The Top Shelf: A Degree in Mixology

Brad Hensarling
Where did you get your degree in mixology? I get asked that question more often than is comfortable. There are no universities that I know of that offer a BA in Mixology. The French Culinary Institute has done a lot of “cockt...

Philly cheesesteak, made with “real” Cheez Whiz, on the grill. Courtesy Facebook.

Sturdy, Funky

It’s no secret that I like chain restaurants, and I kind of get excited when a new one springs up from the dust of some freeway-adjacent retail development. If I were a little kid in 2014, I’d probably grow up thinking that...

Last Call

Eldritch 8-Ball

Just in time to be too late for Halloween, I discovered another allegedly haunted bar. I say “discovered” as if I had to hack through miles of dangerous jungle and even more dangerous jungle creatures to carefully unearth s...

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The Sundays

More than any other time of the week, I find myself bar hopping on Sunday nights. It’s not that I don’t go out Fridays or Saturdays (or Mondays or Tuesdays or Thursdays, for that matter), but those evenings tend to be spent...


A Proper Introduction

I’d like to say I didn’t have a good reason for taking so long to write about Proper, the newish bar on the less trendy end of West Magnolia Avenue, but the truth is that in my first couple of visits, I really wasn’t wowe...


J.J. Dakota’s: Cue the Moves

I’m not terrible at pool, but I’m far enough from good that I normally stay away from any tables where players exhibit the slightest bit of competence. It’s not that I hate losing. I guess I just don’t enjoy making publ...