Is That Racist?
One night back when Chow, Baby was a carefree New Orleans teenager, it was dispatched to the family's favorite Chinese restaurant to pick up...
Stranger in a Strange Land
This should have been one of those heartwarming little tales in which Chow, Baby happens into a place where it clearly does not belong...
Doña Carmen: Death by Pupusa
My guest and I must have looked a little bewildered as we perused the bill of fare at Doña Carmen Pupuseria (1712 N Sylvania...
King’s for a Day
I ate too much. I’m not one of those people who gorge until I’m too bloated to ingest *in John Cleese’s French accent* “a...
Eat Your Dessert and Save It Too
My friend who manages a prominent downtown restaurant was having the opposite of a sugar rush. Call it a sugar bummer. The reason: the...
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...
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...
The Way We Were (I Think)
Ray’s Prime Steakhouse & Seafood (3206 Winthrop Ave.) has been open since last summer, but this was Chow, Baby’s first visit, as it’s in...
Miracle of the Tweens and Fishes
Two of my dreaded … that is, my beloved nieces, ages 10 and 12, came over to Casa de Chow, Baby for dinner recently....
Press Café Play
The good thing about dining off the Trinity Trail in the new bustling Clearfork development is that it inspires smart choices — the area...
