Citizens of the World
When asked about his nationality in Casablanca, Rick Blaine replies, flatly, "I'm a drunkard." So it's no surprise that a ton of bars are...
Oh, Show Me The Way to The Next …
In a recent HearSay column ("The Usual," July 2), we told you about The Usual, a new lounge of sorts opening soon on West...
An Elegy for JJ’s
Three years ago, I was writing a story for this paper on the local gay political scene. Spent a lot of time hanging out...
Old Days
I know I'm in the right place when I play Boz Scaggs on the (non-internet!) juke and the other customers don't sigh at me...
Home Run
There are a million - and by "a million," I mean, two billion - sports bars in the world, and probably half of them...
Alligators in the Mist
Sometimes the wear and tear of having a family of four (plus two pets) makes me wish I were single again.
Back in the carefree...
The Circle Can Be Broken
A friend and I got to talking the other day about communities within communities, like how our little universe is basically restricted to the...
Peppered
Let's get one thing straight: I love dirty bars. And by "dirty," of course, I mean completely devoid of pretense, not "unclean." Y'know, bar-bars...
A Sylvan Retreat
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" said Robert, one of a handful of customers at the Knotty Pine last Monday and a regular. He was there having...
All Bent
Fort Worth's riff-raff was dealt a huge blow a couple of years ago when a handful of swanky clubs opened up downtown. Here we...
