Hey, Sailor, Want to Share Some Cow Brains?
I am a taco slut, always have been. I’m not talking about the kind of tacos you get at gringo-friendly margarita-sopapilla-raise-the-flag Tex-Mex places (though...
On the Upswing to Istanbul
A couple of years ago, I went to a dark place when I thought about the restaurant scene in this town. A few of...
A Fire of Many Flavors
It’s located on a busy corner in a former fast-food joint. The name means “fire sauce,” the chef is named Rodriguez, and chicken enchiladas...
Beyond the Burger Basics
First let me say that I worship at the counters of cafés like Fred’s and Kincaid’s. Fort Worth has great burger joints, most of...
Re-Branding Cattle
Well, that calm after the hyphen storm didn't last long. Here's Chow, Baby's latest wild-eyed rant: In case you didn't know it, Angus is...
Trends, Schmends
As Chow, Baby has said many times before, nothing makes life easier for a columnist than saying the same things over and over again....
Lighten Up
Some restaurants are inverters: You arrive in a bad mood, and they quickly turn your frown upside down. Some are amplifiers: You arrive in...
Black Market Timeshare
I don’t know why more restaurants don’t do timeshares. Occupying the same building seems to be working pretty well for Nonna Tata and Black...
Shadows and Mirrors
Chow, Baby's psychotherapist father did his children a great disservice by teaching us, early on, about Jung's shadow theory.
Being five at the time,...
DFW Restaurant Week: From Clay to Grace
I usually never partake in DFW Restaurant Week. As a reviewer, I try to seek out cuisine that readers can try themselves. Since the...
