Agh, Balls
At some point last year, some soccer fan e-mailed me asking where to go watch some Premier League games. I had no idea at...
Piano Magic
This is a weird thing to say, but I never realized how boring my life was until I went to a dueling-piano bar. It’s...
Slay Bells
I have the hardest time shopping for my dad. Every year, when I visit my parents in California for the holidays, he’s always the...
’Tis the Season for Stouts
The deeper I get into beer –– and, admittedly, while I’m out of the kiddie pool, I’m really just splashing around the shallow end...
Trapped
I’d hate to add yet another complaint about last weekend’s freezing, unbelievably seasonal storm to the pile of weather-centric jeremiads blanketing people’s social media...
1-800-BARTEND
The next time you’re chatting up your regular bartender, you should ask if he or she went to school. Not college, mind you. I’m...
Pura Vida
Forget about the drinking. I can say, without a doubt, that the worst thing I did to my body this weekend was to eat...
An Odyssey to Twin Peaks
Back in July, I crushed the dreams of some poor TCU sorority gal trying to sell ad space in some Greek-centric student paper to...
Good Day, Sunshine
Every time I go to the Sunshine Bar, I wonder if the melted-butter yellow on the walls was at one time white paint, long-since...
Beer Week Is Here
Do you like beer? How do you feel about weeks? If you’re a fan of both, North Texas Beer Week is right up your...
