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Shooting Themselves in the Foot

Cracking Open a Mystery

Forgive Us Their Faults

Get Me Makeup. Lots.

Mommmm, I Don’t Need a Sweater

Chow, Baby

Chow, Baby

Taking Me to Marrakech

Chow, Baby never met a falafel it didn’t love. OK, that’s not entirely true. But it’s an awful falafel that doesn’t meet or exceed...

The Deep North

The North Side is still the best area in town to find a lunch bargain. Where else can you get a delicious enchilada special...

(Another) New Leaf

The newest neat-o, cheap ethnic restaurant near UTA — well, it’s been a week now since Chow, Baby was in the area, so this...

Don’t Blame the Bird

Considering all of the fanfare around the bird, I think turkey gets a bad rap. I have plenty of friends and relatives who claim...

One Toe Over the Line

Here we launch a new occasional series: Fort Worth Institutions That Chow, Baby Shame-Facedly Confesses It Hadn't Been to Before. We'll come up with a...

Managing to Please

General managers are the unsung heroes of fancy restaurants. Certainly Chow, Baby has never sung about them. No, Chow, Baby waltzes into a classy...

Drop that Zero, Get with a Gyro

I used to get a lot more e-mails from people responding to my column or asking questions. But people these days would rather leave...

Galveston Café’s Bikkles

Like many Near Southside residents, there’s been an Angie’s Bikkles-shaped hole in my heart ever since the beloved Jamaican eatery picked up and moved...

Everything Is Permitted

Warning: Reading this column might trigger serious envy in those with shellfish allergies. Have an EpiPen handy. Chow, Baby is like the William S....
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Spin Those Plates

Speaking as someone who was pretty much raised by television, I enjoy a good spinoff as much as any other over-stimulated, glassy-eyed child of...