No Wine-ing
I'm just not good with wine. I know what I like when I taste it. Conversely, I know what I want to spit out...
Wasted Away Again
By the time we reached the lake, the rain had begun to fall. My wife and I have been living in Fort Worth for...
Teed Off
Allegedly in golf parlance, the final approach is the part of that whack-the-little-white-ball game when you're within spitting distance of that little patch of...
Fuming at BoomerJack’s
The gall of some people never fails to amaze and sadden me. When you're running through an airport or in the middle of a...
Grapevine’s Christmas Break
The bar's smoky, the beer's cheap - and cold - the shtick on the wall is boys'-tree-house-and-sports-bar-y, and the regulars I've seen are pretty...
Home Run
You've gotta love a cutesy name. The full moniker of Bobby V's includes the words "sports gallery" and "café." Although the Arlington spot serves...
High Speed on Ice
For a native Yankee and hockey fan like me, there's no more heartwarming feeling than walking into a Texas sports bar during the playoffs...
Bait and Switch (and Bait)
I'm going to go on record as saying that I've been getting tipsy on Monday nights purely by accident. The problem (if, of course,...
Taxing Weekend Ends Well
Someone please 'splain "tax-free weekend" to me. The list of what's "eligible" for tax exemption and what isn't seems so ... random. Spendy Vans...
Monster Mash
Musicians keep this town fun. Case in point, last Saturday night. After a couple of entertaining but relatively mundane stops on the party train,...
