Toast Points: Eat Early, Healthy, and Away
Every year around this time, I convince myself that this is going to be the year when I get in shape, finish that novel...
Royal Pains
Don’t get me wrong; I love my nieces. I just fear for them a little. One is seven and the other is four (I...
Journal of American BBQ
Chow, Baby felt quite cleansed after last year's Yom Kippur column ("My Name Is Chow, Baby," Sept. 27, 2006), in which it revisited and...
Cutting the Tension with a Fork
Chow, Baby adores its friends Smiley and Mr. B., but they do have one flaw. Feature, sorry, Chow, Baby meant to say "feature": They're...
Taste of Europe — and Russia
Since taking over this column (it will be four years next week), I’ve touted Arlington as the best bang-for-buck food town in Tarrant County....
Food Trucks Fall, Pop-Ups Rise
Like hoarfrost and the mayfly, food trucks are vanishing as quickly as they materialized a few years back. Last weekend, the Clearfork Food Park...
Here’s Lookin’ at You, Velvet
Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, it had to take over mine. Like Ingrid Bergman sauntering into...
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,...
Knocking on the Red Door
As a youngster, Chow, Baby roamed the wilds of the Cityview area with a Lewis-and-Clark-like ardor, watching that part of town grow from an...
I Scream for Vegan Brownies
So here’s Chow, Baby standing paralyzed in moral combat before the self-serve soda dispenser at Spiral Diner (1314 W. Magnolia Ave.), having filled its...
