Nothing to See, Officer, Move Along
'Round midnight last Saturday, after hitting the usual downtown stops and doing some gaming - craps, poker, dreidel (a.k.a. kosher craps), gin-rummy - I...
Hottest Club North of Havana
Clubs 'round here typically don't open with much fanfare. Restaurants, sometimes. Hang-outs, uh-uh.
The only club in recent memory that's generated any hype is Embargo,...
The Number of the Bistro
Dallas has a city magazine, and it's called, well, D Magazine. I've never studied it, but I've looked it over while waiting in line...
Marquee Michelada
In an even bigger example of my unwillingness to commit to anything, my favorite drink changes from month to month. Sometimes, I feel like...
Going for the Gold
OK, I like the chutzpah in this idea, but I'm not sure what to make of it.
Last week, a couple of dozen folks took...
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...
Fly Me to the Moon
Airports get a bad rap. Sure, there's the waiting and the people and the security guards who look a little too frickin cheerful to...
Dominos Deliver
Don't get me wrong: I like-a de sports bars as much as the next soccer hooligan. They just all seem kinda the same to...
Mooning
There's a running joke in Clubland that when a bar starts having bikini nights, you can bet business ain't great.
Under the umbrella category of...
From Ribbit to Woof
There's no telling precisely why Froggy's Beach Club on White Settlement Road never took off. Owner Mark Walden's spacious slice of seaside nightlife looked...
