Let Them Eat Toast
When did avocado toast become such a polarizing dish? I have a vague recollection of grumpy white boomers grousing on social media about how...
Proof of (Culinary) Life
Not that long ago, Chow, Baby was a road warrior, constantly jumping in its topless Jeep to see where the road would take me....
Vickery: (B)Eat the Traffic
They should take Molly the Longhorn off Fort Worth’s logo and replace her with an orange traffic cone. The city’s lousy with them these...
Miracles of Loaves and (Raw) Fishes
I didn’t realize there was anyone left on the planet who won’t eat sushi. As it turns out, these misguided people are everywhere: my...
Give Me Liberty — or a $1.99 Taco
I felt terrible for the kids standing in the median holding promotional signs for Sombrero Mexican Food (201 W. Rosedale St.). It was one...
Rising from the Ashes
Here's the thing about Donna Albanese of Piola (3700 Mattison Av.): Every time you see her, she's gotten more beautiful. Yeah, nice for her...
Otra Vez
The first time I visited Enchiladas Olé (901 N. Sylvania Ave.), a semi-new Tex-Mex place on the East Side, my server came on a...
Eating for You
Chow, Baby is the people’s food critic. Just think of me as your light in dim places, (or sometimes a canary for your culinary...
Managing to Please
General managers are the unsung heroes of fancy restaurants. Certainly Chow, Baby has never sung about them. No, Chow, Baby waltzes into a classy...
The Blame Game
One might think, given how picky Chow, Baby can be, that it requests kitchen do-overs all the time. But no, not so much. A...
