Go-Go Pantego
Here's another thing Chow, Baby has never understood: Pantego. Never known anybody who lives there, not sure exactly where the mile-square town's boundaries are...
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,...
The Last Unicorn
Is there anything worse than realizing you’ve forgotten your wallet when it’s time to pay your bill? Well, there are probably thousands of things....
East Bound and Down
Restaurants on Miller Avenue on the East Side are awfully colorful –– and in some cases just colored awfully, like the “Barney purple” Taqueria...
Better than Chef Pants
The instant Chow, Baby heard that Brad Haskovec was launching a new cafe, the obsession began: Would he have the soup? Would he have...
Hey Baby, What’s Your Sign
The Year of the Rat begins Thursday, and according to Chow, Baby's extensive knowledge of Chinese astrology (20 minutes each at Wikipedia, astrology.com, and...
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...
Three Steps, Part Two
Yay, it's the second installment in our occasional series, Chow, Baby's Three-Step Recipes!!! (The exclamation points are actually part of the name.)
It's back mainly...
Sacrificial Chick
Someone cue Queen’s “Another One Bites the Dust” and pour a 40-ounce malt beverage for Deluxe Bar & Grille –– another victim of the...
Soul Food TKO
I don’t think it was a coincidence that Teddy Pendergrass’ “Love TKO” slinked through the speakers at the exact same time my lunch arrived....
