Food (Like Fame) Is Fleeting
No question about it, Chow, Baby has the best job in the world. (Ha-ha.) But sometimes the grass seems greener on the other side...
All Glitter, No Gold
Chow, Baby has the attention span of a … what was I saying? That’s why I almost never go to places that specialize in...
Honey Smoke Pit: Next Victim?
Here’s reason No. 1 why I think Honey Smoke Pit (2600 W 7th St, 817-720-7288) will make it in the doomed space at Montgomery...
Praying for Pizza
A few years ago the restaurants gods apparently decided this city didn’t have enough pizza options. In their infinite wisdom, they bestowed on us,...
All Chow, Baby Wants
Snuggled in sushi-print flannel jammies (Xmas 2003), chopping up goodies for the fondue pot (Xmas 2002), mixing up a vat of Robert Earl Keen's...
Cold Fusion
Chow, Baby would have to be heavily bribed to go to a place self-described as "Northeast Arlington's ultra-contemporary restaurant lounge," and that's pretty much...
Training Table
I love the part in the first Rocky movie, when the title character makes it to the top step of the Philadelphia Art Museum...
On Chili and Yoga Pants
I don’t know Trey Chapman. I’ve met him and have seen him at events, and I know he has a significant following and lots...
Tortillas Flat
I started my Flat Tire Columns last year when my Korean hot-rod broke down in Arlington (On Foot for Food, Dec. 13, 2011), and...
Eastward, Ho!
Is it possible for a restaurant in a big green building in a neighborhood with very few non-fast-food options to be labeled a hidden...
