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Cocktail Week A-Cometh

Real talk: I would honestly rather discuss Marvel’s Luke Cage than talk about Fort Worth nightlife this week. Oh, don’t worry. This is a...

What Is Lone Star Oyster Bar?

It’s a typical afternoon in southwest Fort Worth. There are jackhammers outside ripping the once quiet residential street into an open crater of busted...

Smoke-Free Poag’s: Success

A few months ago, I wrote a pair of columns (one in May, the other in June) about Smoke-Free Fort Worth, the new nonprofit...

A Little Pain and Fermented Grain

I’m precariously perched atop an unwelcoming bar stool, waiting out steel blue thunderheads, and drinking a jalapeño martini as Tom Waits growls, “I like...

Last Call

The Hideout: Not too Hidden Per my fascination with suburban watering holes, I stopped in this place in North Richland Hills called The Hideout the...

Del Frisco’s Grille Is Safe … -Ish

Not to get all Marathon Man up in here, but whenever I venture somewhere new, I have a feedback loop in my brain that...

Fill ’er Up at Daiquiri Daddi

I kill a lot of time driving around, and for whatever reason (nostalgia, imagined nostalgia), I gravitate to the ruins of ancient strip malls...

Any Given Sunday at Silver Leaf

I have a face that encourages men to explain things to me. Within minutes of sitting down at a typical cigar lounge, some guy...

Rodeo Tavern: Welcome

I don’t necessarily think this is a bad thing, but writing about dives makes me feel like a tourist. For starters, I don’t often...
The pies come straight from Cane Rosso’s 900-degree brick oven. Brian Hutson

Hair of the Dog at Cane Rosso

As an old acquaintance of mine once slurred over his congealed hollandaise sauce, “a brunch without booze is just a sad, late breakfast.” My...