Eats
Home Eats
Take My Dad. Please.
Consider this a public service announcement for all the waitstaffers in the 817: Beware of dads bearing bad, lame, tired old jokes. Or maybe...
Soul in Six
Drew Thomas first opened his greasy spoon almost 20 years ago, in Forest Hill, where his smothered pork chops and spicy fried catfish were...
Drown Those Sorrows in Sherry Cream
Chow, Baby has decided to forget its personal problems by throwing itself into its work. (Why, yes, it was the boss' suggestion.) Since one...
So7, So Cajun
Bayou Jack’s Cajun Grill is a small restaurant wedged into a West 7th street location between apartment complexes, more apartment complexes, and a location...
Venus on the Half Shell
There are oysters on the half shell, and then there are Big Fish’s oysters on the half shell.
Don’t ask why the Grapevine seafood grill...
Ya Too Rude
The couple seated behind Chow, Baby at Jamaica Gates (1020 W. Arkansas Ln., Arlington) was explaining their dietary needs to wonderful server Maribet: no...
Take a Load Off
The moment my thirtysomething friend and I stepped out onto Foch Street in the West 7th corridor, we felt out of place.
“There are children...
Meatgasms on the Foodie Frontier
I was tooteling around East Seminary Drive looking for a new hole in the wall, mentally forming my story before I even knew where...
King’s for a Day
I ate too much. I’m not one of those people who gorge until I’m too bloated to ingest *in John Cleese’s French accent* “a...
Pump Up the Pacific
As my mother often says, I was born early and that’s the last time that ever happened. I was meeting a friend for lunch...
