Going Up the Country
It gives you one of those Twilight Zone feelings, driving through architecturally undistinguished Benbrook and then through a bunch of nothing to wind up...
The Big Buck Stops Here
Chow, Baby will put its love of adventure and sense of direction up against anybody's - except when it comes to Grapevine. (And maybe...
Eating Losses
I miss two weeks ago. Back then, I was hitting taco joints on the East Side for a column about new places to eat...
For Heaven’s Sake
For most people, the moniker “Heaven’s Gate” conjures some inauspicious associative memories. Members of the California-based UFO cult of that name committed mass suicide,...
Meat Me on Camp Bowie
A man in a white coat, black gloves, and a hairnet stood behind the butcher’s case helping a curious customer navigate the extravagant cuts...
Feats of Clay
Chow, Baby used to spend a lot of time at Lambert’s Steak, Seafood, & Whiskey (2731 White Settlement Rd.) and was sad when it...
Eat Here … You Know the Rest
Chow, Baby doesn’t know what it was thinking. Sometimes an idea for a dining column ends up more like material for a horror story....
The Unwritten Rules
I’m not sure if the group of twentysomethings dining at Wabi House (1229 8th Av, 817-720-3099) a couple of weekends ago got lost on...
Journal of American BBQ
Chow, Baby felt quite cleansed after last year's Yom Kippur column ("My Name Is Chow, Baby," Sept. 27, 2006), in which it revisited and...
Back to the Pasta
I got a little back-to-the-future jolt when I walked into Aventino’s Risorante for a recent weekday lunch. I thought maybe my DeLorean had hit...
