Clubs
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The Corporate phase
If you’ve been drinking for a while (for years, I mean; not, like, since lunch), at some point you have conversations with fellow nightflies...
Heart of a Night Owl Callin’
I wasn’t born in a bar, but I might as well have been. I do all of my best work there. (Ask anyone who...
A Touch Of The Irish
Welp, it’s that time of the year again, when all of your friends go down to Austin and have the most amazing time watching...
In Defense of Zim?
The big news this week is the fate of The Moon and the evolution of the Ridglea Theater. When FortLive.com published a scathing editorial...
He Shoots, He … Scores?
I can pinpoint the exact moment when, as an unreasonably angsty teenager, I turned my back on pro sports. It was 1994. Deion “Prime...
Big Balls in Cowtown
Ever open up a local magazine or newspaper, glance at the society photos, and wonder, Who the hell are these people? Because I sure...
A Man and a Dog Walk into a Bar
About halfway through football season, when I caught on that the 49ers were moving out of a decade of bad coaching and worse ownership...
Say Yes to NOS Bar
Say what you want about the south side of West 7th Street. At least Fred’s is there. While you hear about the shiny shops...
Volcanos: No Carpet
A couple years ago, I set out for the Mid-Cities in search of this fabled bar called Volcanos Sports Bar & Grill. I’d heard...
Upward to The Cellar
One night, probably two or three years ago, I was leaning into the railing around The Moon’s porch, about four whiskeys deep into a...
