Everyone avoids Southwest Fort Worth for all of the obvious reasons. I mean, where else in town are you going to run into the type of person who enjoys spending an entire Saturday getting his dad’s Beamer washed, then picking up crab cream, getting fake-baked, working out, and then boozing hard, all within an area no bigger than a football field?

But come the holidays, when you can no longer stomach the rat maze-ish malls Hulen and Ridgmar, you’re going to find yourself tooling around Dante’s ninth circle of Hell, a.k.a. Cityview. (The neighborhood is small, but – whatever you do – don’t dare walk there. If you’re not in a building, you’re probably in the middle of a highway. Sidewalks in Cityview are as rare as Democrats.) The good news is that there are a couple of watering holes that may make the trip palatable.

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