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Classic Beauty
The joint isn't much to look at, sitting like an outpost along a barren stretch of White Settlement Road, with only a city bus...
When Irish Eyes Are Crying
Let's deal with the Burning Question first: Yes, Guinness tastes better in Ireland. Amazingly better. Part of this is simply freshness, explained the publican...
The Chains of … Freedom?
From the perspective of a foodie partial to ma-and-pa joints, my new North Fort Worth neighborhood didn't look too promising.
I remember driving around house-hunting:...
Feeling the Pinch
We've all experienced the rise in food prices during the past year: 50 cents more for a gallon of milk, eggs up by about...
City on the Edge of Forever
Normally in May, Chow, Baby embarks on its big spring vacation, which for IRS purposes is known as global-cuisine research.
(Most other vacations are officially...
Slow Your Roll
Sitting along the north side of I-20 in Arlington at Matlock Street, Arlington Highlands has been quaintly described as a "shopping center," which is...
Baptism of Sauce
There's something cool about an independent business opening in a building that used to house a chain restaurant: good ol' American entrepreneurship trumping monolithic...
He’s a Claun
Sorry to channel Andy Rooney, but it seems like the definition of "appointment" has changed in the last few years. Used to be so...
Hit, um, Brix
The dark wood tables and booths at Brix Pizza and Wine Bar are surrounded by a single line of tall, imposing wine bottles.
They...
High Steaks
Here's Chow, Baby and its conflicting loyalties standing smack in the middle of Main Street. On the west side of the street is the...
