Don’t Waste Fuel
I’m not gonna lie. I sometimes wish Spencer’s Corner was still around. I’m not saying I sit at home pining for the long-gone fortress...
A Proper Introduction
I’d like to say I didn’t have a good reason for taking so long to write about Proper, the newish bar on the less...
J.J. Dakota’s: Cue the Moves
I’m not terrible at pool, but I’m far enough from good that I normally stay away from any tables where players exhibit the slightest...
Grand Cru: Not Sideways
To be honest, I’m not stoked about the whole Frank Kent Wine Bar/Honda Showroom thing happening on the Near Southside. Oh, sure. I saw...
Axis of Boozy Beneficence
Every time I go to Shipping & Receiving, I think back to a decade ago, when S&R’s neighborhood (what I think of as the...
Summer at Gator’s
Here’s a question for real estate professionals: Why is it that certain locations –– despite viable traffic data and appropriate, geo-targeted demographics –– end...
Margarita Maddest
My hunt for the perfect –– or at least the least gross –– margarita started in Arlington, specifically at J. Gilligan’s (400 E. Abram...
S&R Delivers Chautauqua
Fun fact: I learned what a Chautauqua is when I was 22 after reading the first few pages of Zen and the Art of...
Final Four? Let’s Make it Nine
Let’s say you’re one of those folks who follow March Madness from the swirling nebula of the round of 64 all the way to...
To Wild Rooster Darkly
You know that line in Social Distortion’s “Story of My Life” when Mike Ness sings about how the pool hall he loved as a...
