Shlock and Gall
My pals and I have the greatest taste in music of all time, which is why we get so pissed when our talent goes...
Black Lung Friday
As I write, my desk is covered in a blizzard of Kleenex. At first, I assumed the cause of my insufferable sinus pressure and...
Holiday Stocking Your Bar
Staring forlornly at the dregs of my home bar the other day or recently, I realized that it’s time for my annual pre-festivity trip...
Not Rocking, But Rolling
Back in the good ol' days (read: the Clinton administration), my entourage and I always made time to swing by a joint that's been...
Real Accents Matter
What makes a true British pub or at least its geographically distant facsimile? Three key traits are constant in every good or great Brit...
Resolutions: Revolutions
The New Year makes its feverishly anticipated debut on Sunday, which means that many of you might already be jotting down resolutions. I haven’t...
Eulogy
As Cinderella's Tom Keifer once said, you don't know what you've got till it's gone. Looking back over the recent months, I can say...
Barkin’ up North Texas Beer Week
I rarely envy my friends who have spawned children. A shrink would probably chalk up my apathy toward the charms of youngsters as a...
They Playin’ Bas-ket-baaalll
How many Mavs fans are in this city? I ask because I recently became obsessed with Manu Ginobli’s magical passing ability, and I know...
Where House Piranha Bear
There are a lot of certifiably “cool” places in the 817. Lola’s Saloon attracts some of the hippest bands in the world, 1919 Hemphill...
