Posts Tagged ‘room’
The veterans of the new improv outfit PFFFFT! have something to say.
The expression “Pffft,” under the scrutiny of a Google search, reveals several meanings, including “The sound you make when someone says something really stupid” and “A whole lot of hot air.”
High atop East Exchange Avenue in the Stockyards, a motley crew of musos is eyeing the Big Time.
The Cantina Cadillac’s rooftop view is brilliant, although getting up there requires climbing a rickety ladder attached to a wall that’s 35 feet high, with nothing but pavement to break your fall.
Despite some setbacks, the White Eagle Deli does OK by traditional lunchtime fare.
I don’t know what the White Eagle Deli looked like when it opened in 1979, but right now it has to be the plainest dining room in all of Fort Worth.
A weepy, fuzzy end-of-life drama will leave you wanting to kick The Bucket List.
Remember last year’s Oscars, when Jack Nicholson showed up at the ceremony with a shaven head and everybody said, “Ooh, it’s Jack Nicholson with a shaven head!”?
We dip into Fort Worth’s past to show the future what’s up.
Like most cities, Fort Worth has a rich musical heritage. But for whatever reason, when the national mainstream media talk about music, our lovely town of cow is barely mentioned. Even worse, a lot of yokels, especially a lot o...
Lola’s may be the mid-sized indie venue Fort Worth has been praying for.
Before Brian Forella bought it last year, 6th Street Live (formerly 6th Street Bar & Grill) was a warm but glorified hole-in-the-wall with a patio, hosting shows by local and touring bluesmen and classic-rock cover bands.
Night & Day often recommends events that take place in concert halls, theaters, and museums, but this weekend a bunch of events skip that scene entirely and serve as a nice change of pace.
The Wooden Nickel’s homey environs may belie its serious homecooking.
Wooden Nickel takes the term “family-style” literally — the place is a private house turned into a restaurant by chef and owner Charles Haisler.
The craziness is contagious in this claustrophobic, unsatisfying thriller.
Purely from an intellectual standpoint, the existence of Bug tickles me. I love how it starts out as a kitchen-sink indie drama and then turns into something weirder and more menacing halfway through.
With recent and upcoming gigs at Baines Books & Coffee, The Dew Drop Inn, and the Senior Center Blues Barbeque in and around his hometown of Charlottesville, Va., Eli Cook might seem, on paper, like your typical 20-year-ol...