A Man and a Dog Walk into a Bar
About halfway through football season, when I caught on that the 49ers were moving out of a decade of bad coaching and worse ownership...
Say Yes to NOS Bar
Say what you want about the south side of West 7th Street. At least Fred’s is there. While you hear about the shiny shops...
Volcanos: No Carpet
A couple years ago, I set out for the Mid-Cities in search of this fabled bar called Volcanos Sports Bar & Grill. I’d heard...
Upward to The Cellar
One night, probably two or three years ago, I was leaning into the railing around The Moon’s porch, about four whiskeys deep into a...
Louie Lou-way
Here’s a funny story about my trip to Bar Louie a couple weeks ago, when the Fort Worth location of the national chain kicked...
Tommy’s: Nobody’s Fool
Last week I wrote about a failed attempt to drink in Grand Prairie, in which I pulled a buzz from the jaws of defeat...
Big Ol’ Diamond Jim’s
For whatever reason the other night, I had the mystical ville of Grand Prairie on my mind, because I was heading east on I-30...
Stand by Zio Carlo?
As I write this, Zio Carlo Brew Pub is still trying to recover from some bad press. By now you know about owner Carlo...
To The Moon … Again
As first reported in town in Blotch, The Moon has temporarily returned to its original West Berry Street location, starting Tuesday, fittingly for Tuesday-night...
From Finish Line to Wet Willie’s
In the 14-odd years I’ve lived in the Fort, I’ve been to Billy Bob’s exactly once, in 2002, to see Willie Nelson. I don’t...
