Crabby
I hope the folks who own Macaluso’s Italian Restaurant (2443 Forest Park Blvd.) have found a young and an old priest to exorcise whatever...
What’s in a New Name
Chow, Baby has enough trouble keeping track of old favorite restaurants that have closed down and soon-to-be favorites that are springing up without having...
Snap to It
I’m not sure why I assumed Snappy Salads (6115 Camp Bowie Blvd., Ste 120, 817-616-6016) was a ladies-who-lunch spot. After all, the Dallas-based chain’s...
That’s Fan Food in the Fort
Every once in a while, the eyes of the world focus on us: that Super Bowl in Arlington not long ago, the Van Cliburn...
Good Enough for Government Work
It always strikes me as odd when people have to qualify their opinions about food based on where it’s served. As in, “For a...
How to Talk to Your Racist Uncle
By the time you read this, you’re hopefully on the verge of a tryptophan-induced power nap as another Cowboys three-and-out fails to keep your...
Who Needs a Date When the Mus-sa-Man’s Good?
Everything Chow, Baby tried on was either two sizes too small, ridiculously overpriced, or mass-manufactured from a snoozingly generic pattern.
Shopping to lift the spirits...
Southern-Fried Nirvana
My pal was pouring his heart out to me as we sat at Max’s Wine Dive (2421 W 7th St, Ste 109), the new...
Super Control Freaky
"Knock knock."
"Who's there?"
"Control freak. Now you say, 'Control freak who?' "
Chow, Baby doesn't see what's so funny about that joke. Probably it was told...
Caldo my Inbox
I used to get a ton of emails. I remember after snarking it up at the expense of In-N-Out Burger a few years back...
