Look Out, Keller
My inspection sticker is out of date again, and I feel a little exposed, which is why I’ve been mostly staying in my neighborhood...
More than 50/50
Two friends were celebrating their birthdays on Saturday, and their combo party teamed up with another friend’s graduation celebration, the resulting booze chimera taking...
Upward to The Basement Bar
Have you read the big (long-winded?) cover story yet (pg. 9)? Well, speaking of live music venues, have you been to The Basement Bar?...
Time to Fly
On Sunday the Star-Telegram ran a story about Marcial Ortega, a man serving time for murder after he got drunk, got behind the wheel,...
Shaw’s Gets Real
As you may have heard, the Near South Side is really blowing up. From The Boiled Owl Tavern (where I tend bar) to the...
Yes to the New Oui?
If there’s an award for the most polarizing personality in Fort Worth, I’d like to nominate Tim Love. Foodies seem to love him, and...
Frankie’s Cathode Rays
Here’s the thing: I am bound by the tradition of two generations to be a San Francisco Giants fan, but given the distance and...
The Golden Hour
I wouldn’t say I was slapped with a moment of sentimentality, but as the Golden Hour fell upon Brewfest on Crockett in the West...
The Corporate phase
If you’ve been drinking for a while (for years, I mean; not, like, since lunch), at some point you have conversations with fellow nightflies...
Heart of a Night Owl Callin’
I wasn’t born in a bar, but I might as well have been. I do all of my best work there. (Ask anyone who...
