Open Letter to Off-the-Wall Jack
Dear Mr. Off-the-Wall Jack. Don't worry. I'm not writing you now in the hope that you'll change your name to something less disgusting. Rather,...
Surviving Ovation
I had heard all of the stories about Ovation, about how the restaurant was a physical manifestation of "Why can't we all get along?"...
Wasted
Ever heard that saying about how little man really knows about the ocean? You know, how we supposedly know more about deep space than...
Seeing Purple … and Red
I don't mean to come off like some angry young man, but enough's enough. At my place of employment, The Moon Bar by Texas...
Steppin’ in It
Last Tuesday, I skipped out on watching Big Mike at The Moon to get out of my comfort zone and try something new, which...
Bar 9 v. Cops … v. Another Previous Owner
Last week's Metropolis story ("Waiting for Drunks") included an account by a former owner of Bar 9 of his dealings with the fire marshal...
Don’t be Trippin’
Remember when you were a kid, and you'd be sittin' there in your living room on some random, lazy, summer Saturday afternoon, watching WWF...
Opening Day Eye-Openers
You know what? There's just not enough day-drinking going on in Fort Worth. You go to Austin, and you'll see hipsters cracking open cold...
Seeing Purple … and Red
I don't mean to come off like some angry young man, but enough's enough. At my place of employment, The Moon Bar by Texas...
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...
