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Mommmm, I Don’t Need a Sweater
The good thing about last week's warm-weather spike is that Chow, Baby got back into cruising mode and happened upon a couple of more...
Spaghetti Western
The weekends in the Stockyards after the Fort Worth Stock Show and Rodeo closes in early February have that lonely the-traveling-carnival-has-come-and-gone feel, with small...
Stuck with Prix Fixe
Please think of this warning as coming not one week late, but 51 weeks early: Valentine's Day sucks. And not just the silly concept...
Old School
The feel is a combination of border cerveceria and old college hangout — except for the array of flat-screen and wide-screen tv’s and the...
Taco Loco
Chow, Baby likely isn't the only one who's starting to get bored with its recent soft-taco addiction, which is threatening to break the pho...
Viejo Amigo
Sometimes a bar/restaurant comes along and just works. Even though Chimy’s Cerveceria opened only a few weeks ago, it seems like it’s been around...
Remembrance of Meals Past
Jubilee's back! Jubilee's back! Chow, Baby fondly remembers the old "Heaven on Seventh" incarnation - the crispy-crustiest chicken-fried, the nicest hey-hon waitresses, Ms. Tilly's...
Talk About GritsTalk About Grits
Editor’s note: The newspapers and internet are full — as they should be — of remembrances of Molly Ivins, the brilliant, funny, folksy Texas...
The Un-Haunting
In the mixed-blessings department, our local cursed addresses seem to have exorcised their demons. The Dr. Orpheus of the bunch is El Pollo Palenque,...
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...
