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...
A Year in the ’Sphere
Another year of stuffing my face has passed, and I’m psyched about what 2014 has in store for my picky palate. (I’m less enthusiastic...
R is for Ridglea
For such an allegedly tony neighborhood, there really aren’t a ton of nice restaurants in the Ridglea area. Now, if you’re looking for a...
Fiesta for the Rest of Us
It took a while, but Chow, Baby finally finished off the liter bottle of Mexican vanilla that it got last year at a supermercado...
A Better Holiday Bird
Christmas was always a confusing time for my family. Growing up half Jewish (on my mother’s side), half British, and half Texan, with divorced...
Faking a Southern Accent
Boy, who would've thought that Chow, Baby's new expertise on fried green tomatoes would come in handy so soon. Another concurrence: While munching on...
No Ragin’, Just Cajun
Chow, Baby developed a passion for Cajun cuisine as a college student. During my once-frequent trips to the Big Easy, while my friends were...
Collaring a Winner
Like most reasonable people and all native New Orleanians, Chow, Baby generally spends half its day eating and the other half thinking about where...
Pardon Me, Roy Pope …
The first time I ever went to Roy Pope Grocery (2300 Merrick St, 817-732-2863) was in 1990-something. I was a senior in high school,...
Brunch Anxiety
I must be really spoiled. Or maybe worrying about the brunch menus of two places that just replaced their chefs is the way I...
