Forking It Old School
Chow, Baby isn’t a slave to the old school, but I do think it’s important to pay homage to the restaurants that have been...
The Quest for Eggsellence
Sometimes you just want a badass egg salad sandwich. At least I occasionally do. But Fort Worth isn’t exactly New York. You can’t just...
In Honor of Bourdain
Like most people in the foodie-verse, I was hit hard by the suicide of Anthony Bourdain. Before you eye-roll so hard you fall out...
All That Jazz
The latest entry to the pet-peeve list: "upscale," as in "upscale soul food." In the year and a bit since Keith Hicks created the...
As the Steam Table Turns
During Arts Goggle last Saturday night, Chow, Baby and the beloved … wait, you ask, don’t you mean the ex-beloved? (We pretend for the...
Food Hall at Crocket Row, Part I
For those of us who grew up in the John Hughes era of mall culture, eating in a food court feels as elemental as...
Feats of Meats
There’s an art to eating the Jambo Texan at Jambo’s BBQ Shack (1724 W Division Rd, Arlington, 817-275-7881). The six-layered goliath is a sandwich...
Toasted Gets Roasted [Updated]
Nothing ignites the social media powder keg like a public meltdown by a restaurant owner. I call it the Zio Carlo effect. For those...
Eatery Sorcery
Chow, Baby's high turnover in legpeople is due not to the zero pay or the lousy benefits (would it kill Chow, Baby to say...
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...
