Boobie Traps
Hard to admit, but Chow, Baby had never heard the term "breastaurants" before last week. Never once been to a Hooters, not even "just...
The Year of Dallas
I’d love to tell you that our most recent lap around the sun was a great one for the local foodie-verse. It would have...
Fred’s: Blazing Saddles
I like to think of the story of Fred’s Texas Café (915 Currie St.) like a dramatic Hollywood movie. For years, the ramshackle burger...
Summer of Love and Medi
I walk into Café Medi and make a beeline to a booth in the back to hide and watch the scene. Immediately, it couldn’t...
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...
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...
Love the One You’re With
Well, Chow, Baby can't find the perfect analogy on Internet Movie Database - Tony Curtis in Boeing Boeing is the general idea but not...
Mailer Demon
I’ve said it before, though it bears repeating: Comments on social media and websites have pretty much wiped out the now-lost art of emailing...
A Flat Tire, A Loaf of Bread, and Wow
As my high-dollar hot rod (read: Hyundai Sonata) falls to pieces — due in large part to my neglect — I’m finding myself calling...
A Vegan Christmas
As someone who navigates life with high blood pressure, depression, and a rare case of sass-mouth, regulating my diet is something that crosses my...
