You know what? There’s just not enough day-drinking going on in Fort Worth. You go to Austin, and you’ll see hipsters cracking open cold ones before Whataburger even stops serving breakfast. Same in Big D.

Almost every balmy afternoon on Lower Greenville, all of the little cafés over there are plush with lushes, lounging on patios, enjoying the weather, and quaffing mimosas. Every once in a blue moon here, you’ll come across a few sloshed souls, mainly at Sunday brunch, sippin’ margaritas at Blue Mesa or drinking Shiner from frozen schooners at Fred’s Texas Café. Otherwise, day-drinking here isn’t the staple it should be – you’re in bed by 7 o’clock and not hung-over the next day! – and its anemic presence is a damn, dirty shame.

Good thing the Texas Rangers’ home opener is Friday, Good Friday – but it’s not all good. Rangers Ballpark in Arlington has a lot to offer, namely comfy seats and good sight lines, and watching baseball in person outdoors is light years better than staying holed up in some smoky dive watching America’s pastime on the tube. But like every ballpark, the Rangers’ is infected with the dreaded Beer Problem: way too little for way too much.

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