Pluck and Wing
Guess everybody's heard about how the Sexy Chicken mascot, obviously not as practiced as Chow, Baby at lamming it in fuzzy pink high heels,...
White Like Me
Chow, Baby has been reading a book called Stuff White People Like, compiled from the blog of the same name. It's basically a field...
Cutting the Tension with a Fork
Chow, Baby adores its friends Smiley and Mr. B., but they do have one flaw. Feature, sorry, Chow, Baby meant to say "feature": They're...
Magnolia? Never Heard of It
Chow, Baby is getting its hopes up for Magnolia Avenue again. Yes, yes, it's already "one of Fort Worth's most vibrant restaurant rows," as...
Can’t Touch This
Writing a weekly column nearly two weeks ahead brings on a jet-lag-like disorientation. This being its first column of 2008, Chow, Baby should be...
Cowboy Comfort
Chow, Baby had assumed that the reason its family members clamor for Reata (310 Houston St.) every time they flee here is simply because...
Faking a Southern Accent
Boy, who would've thought that Chow, Baby's new expertise on fried green tomatoes would come in handy so soon. Another concurrence: While munching on...
No Sharing in Heaven
Of the many, or at least the several, benefits of being in a committed relationship, surely the most vital is being socially approved to...
Mi Nuevo Favorite Restaurant
Well, it's about time. How long has Chow, Baby been begging for a good Latin fusion restaurant? That question isn't rhetorical. The answer is,...
A Hill of Beans, Please
There's a pretty interesting backstory to the newly resurrected Pit Barbecue (702 N. Henderson St.). But you can ask one of the friendly counter...