Posts Tagged ‘happy hour’
The Mule Still Kicks
LAST CALLI moved to the west side of town a couple months ago, and while I miss the convenience of living within staggering distance of the bars on West Magnolia Avenue, renting a place over in Ridgmar has reacquainted me with a couple ...
Ridglea Redux
LAST CALLOf all the peculiarities and hassles surrounding the Ridglea Theater’s renovation, the oddest one in my mind was how the Ridglea Bar, now rechristened as the Ridglea Lounge, opened for all of 11 days last March. It didn’t h...
Blue Monday
LAST CALLUnless you hate crowds, Mondays are a rough night to go out. Maybe not happy hour so much; I’m thinking more of those last few hours of the night, when an already quiet bar becomes utterly devoid of life. A lot of times, the ...
No Frills Indeed
LAST CALLI’d seen No Frills Grill & Sports Bar’s ads, and I’d driven past its locations in Arlington and Keller, but I’d never cared to step through any of their doors until this guy at a liquor store told me they had super-...
4/20: Shaka Brah
LAST CALLMonths ago, I had a story idea that I was going to pitch to Weekly editor Gayle Reaves as a Second Thought column. I’d planned to use the space to develop this thoughtfully researched argument in favor of legalizing marijuana...
Thinking Applebee’s
LAST CALLDo you know somebody who goes to Applebee’s on the reg to get drunk? If you do, is it your weird Uncle Mustache or sad Aunt Cathy? Or are you chagrined to admit it’s your dad? The only times I ever go there are when I get a...
Up Next, The Bearded Lady!
LAST CALLLast summer, after being informed by some self-important neighborhood denizen that The Boiled Owl, where I tend bar, needed to serve food, I griped in print how American eating has evolved from a matter of biologically fueling ...
V.I.Poltergeist
LAST CALLOK, here’s a question: Have you ever seen a ghost at a bar? Because I’ve drunk at lots of the allegedly haunted bars in town, and the scariest thing I’ve seen was two hardly attractive people getting waaaaay too friendly ...
The Winged Serpent
LAST CALLMaybe I’m getting old. I forget the name of the place, but according to Yelp, the bar I should have gone to was a mere four miles away from my gal’s apartment. The two reviews attached to the listing suggested the place is ...
Blarney Blowouts
LAST CALLLast year, as South By Southwest drew to a close, I had this moment when I almost went against my innate urge to avoid huge hassles and decided to stay one more night, all because I saw the thunder god himself, singer for Asgar...