Cocktail Week A-Cometh
Real talk: I would honestly rather discuss Marvel’s Luke Cage than talk about Fort Worth nightlife this week. Oh, don’t worry. This is a...
What Is Lone Star Oyster Bar?
It’s a typical afternoon in southwest Fort Worth. There are jackhammers outside ripping the once quiet residential street into an open crater of busted...
Smoke-Free Poag’s: Success
A few months ago, I wrote a pair of columns (one in May, the other in June) about Smoke-Free Fort Worth, the new nonprofit...
A Little Pain and Fermented Grain
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...
Last Call
The Hideout: Not too Hidden
Per my fascination with suburban watering holes, I stopped in this place in North Richland Hills called The Hideout the...
Del Frisco’s Grille Is Safe … -Ish
Not to get all Marathon Man up in here, but whenever I venture somewhere new, I have a feedback loop in my brain that...
Fill ’er Up at Daiquiri Daddi
I kill a lot of time driving around, and for whatever reason (nostalgia, imagined nostalgia), I gravitate to the ruins of ancient strip malls...
Any Given Sunday at Silver Leaf
I have a face that encourages men to explain things to me. Within minutes of sitting down at a typical cigar lounge, some guy...
Rodeo Tavern: Welcome
I don’t necessarily think this is a bad thing, but writing about dives makes me feel like a tourist. For starters, I don’t often...
Hair of the Dog at Cane Rosso
As an old acquaintance of mine once slurred over his congealed hollandaise sauce, “a brunch without booze is just a sad, late breakfast.” My...
