Bull, Bush, Bluesface
I’m a fan of entertainment districts, especially on weekends. When it comes to weekday drinking, however, nothing beats a neighborhood pub.
I’m probably over-thinking...
Randi’s 2 to 2: A Redux
So back in June, I happened upon a bar on Hwy. 377 called Last Call, adjoining a defunct bar called J-Z’s R&B.
At the...
Division Intervention
You might say I’ve been feeling the funk a little, and not the kind that comes out of Parliament’s Mothership. More specifically, it’s a...
High-way to Hell
On Saturday night, it finally happened. For the first time in recorded history, I wasn’t the highest person at a Whataburger. That title belonged...
Gobble Gobble at Finn’s
Like Iron Maiden and Mila Kunis, there are lots of good things to say about sandwiches, but they’re not always the best fit for...
The Door Guys of Perception
This cheapskate waiter-hating person I know gave me crap for using this space as a soapbox for the service industry, a crime to which...
Cowtown Bar & Grill: Bust a Move
If there’s one thing that aptly captures the fenced-in ennui of a Monday, it’s getting stuck at a left-turn light that never turns green....
Wired Willy’s Keeps it Classy
Listen, I get why people like The Pour House. If you’re looking to get a really noisy, flashy drunk on, the PH is pretty...
Yupp’s on High
This one time, my friend and I were comparing stories about growing up in our respective youth ministries, laughing at the absurdities, the ironies,...
Steppin’ in It
Last Tuesday, I skipped out on watching Big Mike at The Moon to get out of my comfort zone and try something new, which...
