Eats
Home Eats
Where the Boys Aren’t
Lunching at Lambert's (2731 White Settlement Rd.) last week, Chow, Baby was reminded of that advice-column staple, the woman just turned 30 who's complaining...
Rip-it
What better place than by TCU to open a restaurant named after Old Rip, a once-famous horned frog who, in the early 1900s, was...
Sometimes, a Roll Is Just a Roll
The phrase “food porn” is too often abused these days by anyone who has ever seen an episode of Top Chef. I can’t tell...
Off the Track
Chow, Baby couldn't quite make sense of Jack's Off the Wall, the new casual-hangout bar slash gourmet restaurant slash live-music venue that took over...
When in Rome …
Something’s been bothering Chow, Baby for quite some time now: spaghetti carbonara.
The niggling doubts started in May, when Chow, Baby visited the then-newly...
Present Imperfect
There I was eating my chicken club salad ($13) at Charleston’s (3020 S. Hulen St.) when my teenage server asked a question that ruined...
Double Chens
With the current public health crusade against chubbiness, it's only a matter of time before that quintessential American institution - the Chinese buffet -...
Old School Glamour
The Ashton Hotel is one of Fort Worth’s swankiest boutique lodgings for staycationers and travelers wanting to avoid the chains. Just adjacent to the...
Everything Is Permitted
Warning: Reading this column might trigger serious envy in those with shellfish allergies. Have an EpiPen handy.
Chow, Baby is like the William S....
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Late one Friday afternoon, out on a seemingly endless stretch of 820 - are we in Hurst? East Fort Worth? - my flesh-and-blood payload...
