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Chow, Baby

Chow, Baby

Days of Wine and Lampshades

Chow, Baby got a chance to bum around Europe while in its early 20s. Unfortunately, what could have been a life-affirming cultural awakening turned...

Stop the Shutdowns

It seems like, lately, this space has been turning into a restaurant obituary column. Over the past year, Fort Worth has lost some of...

No-Comfort Zone

Chow, Baby gets that we’re in Fort Worth, Texas. But it is still mystified as to why so many restaurants around town are doing...

Arrivederci, Sardines

Chow, Baby had to see it to believe it. Walking into the building that had housed Sardines Ristorante Italiano (509 University Dr., FW), its...

Taking Me to Marrakech

Chow, Baby never met a falafel it didn’t love. OK, that’s not entirely true. But it’s an awful falafel that doesn’t meet or exceed...

You Can/Can’t Go Home Again

As a professional diner-out, I don’t get to go to my old favorite restaurants as often as I’d like — I know, poor me....

The Taste of Sin Is Sweet

Chow, Baby has noticed a dangerous trend: Bakeries and specialty pastry shops are popping up everywhere. And of course, responsible gourmand (read: glutton) that...

Granbury Was Berry, Berry Good to Baby

Chow, Baby was born with an insatiable wanderlust. Cruelly, I wasn’t also born into a wealthy family that could satisfy my fantasies of summering...

Mostly Spares

Bowling has long been a fascination of Chow, Baby’s — not actually rolling the ball and knocking down pins, but all of the stuff...

Chow Baby

When Chow, Ma left the country, she charged me with the task of keeping her Chow, Puppy full of Puppy Chow. I am a...