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Once More into the Bar
I recently spent my 35th birthday at Lola’s trying not to get too effed up to pay attention to the bands. I left before...
Light My Fire
In the wake of last week’s column (“Smoke Gets in Your ‘I’s”), the thought occurred to me (via the suggestion of my editor) that...
Smoke Gets in Your “I”s
I’m kind of tired of hating on Dallas. If you live in Fort Worth, bitching about Big D is practically a God-given right or...
2 to 2 Good
About a year and a half ago, I took a date to this place on Hwy. 377 called Randi’s 2 to 2. I had...
Welcome to the Jungle, Ron
If you want to be beaten down for about 40 minutes, try to visit a business along Highway 121. It’s not like that stretch...
The Mule Still Kicks
I moved to the west side of town a couple months ago, and while I miss the convenience of living within staggering distance of...
Ridglea Redux
Of all the peculiarities and hassles surrounding the Ridglea Theater’s renovation, the oddest one in my mind was how the Ridglea Bar, now rechristened...
Blue Monday
Unless you hate crowds, Mondays are a rough night to go out. Maybe not happy hour so much; I’m thinking more of those last...
No Frills Indeed
I’d seen No Frills Grill & Sports Bar’s ads, and I’d driven past its locations in Arlington and Keller, but I’d never cared to...
4/20: Shaka Brah
Months ago, I had a story idea that I was going to pitch to Weekly editor Gayle Reaves as a Second Thought column. I’d...
