Zenna for the Young
I’ve come to the not-so-shocking conclusion that I am officially a fuddy-duddy. (Who else but a crotchety old fusspot would even use that phrase?)...
Red-Button Service
Choosing among the six films showing at the West 7th Movie Tavern (2872 Crockett St.) was fairly easy, as only one featured a cast...
The More Things Change
The American Pub just opened in May, but it’s already changed its name to Fort Worth Pizzeria (2800 Bledsoe St, Ste 200, 817-439-9443). I...
Holiday Greenery
Today's journalism-lingo term is evergreen, meaning a non-time-pegged article that an editor keeps on hand to fill space in case of emergency - say...
Judging the Wild Side
My Eastside friends always complain about how there are no restaurants in their neck of the woods. It’s true that neither Tim Love nor...
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...
Re-Branding Cattle
Well, that calm after the hyphen storm didn't last long. Here's Chow, Baby's latest wild-eyed rant: In case you didn't know it, Angus is...
Trends, Schmends
As Chow, Baby has said many times before, nothing makes life easier for a columnist than saying the same things over and over again....
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....
Well Hung
You can spot an authentic Asian eatery by its predictable quirks: 1.) The menu is longer than an old Russian novel, with terrible pictures...
