Whine and Spirits
The folks at Portofino Italian Grill (6115 Camp Bowie Blvd.) need an exorcist, fast. When you make the decision to open yet another eatery...
Moby Empanada
Call me Chow, Baby. I felt like I was chasing a white whale, but all I wanted to do was try the pork empanadas...
F(r)oodian Analysis
There I was on my therapist’s couch, wondering aloud how my unhealthy relationship with food got started.
“Most of my fond foodie memories involve a...
Foodies in the Movies
Chow, Baby often sees its life as a movie. Imagine Mystic Pizza if it was told from the food critic’s perspective instead of that...
Judging the Wild Side
My Eastside friends always complain about how there are no restaurants in their neck of the woods. It’s true that neither Tim Love nor...
The Old (Grill) Is New Again
The young are so helpful. Chow, Baby’s teenage nieces, for example, are always willing to point out how uncool and out of touch I...
Cross Her Palm with a Burrito
Chow, Baby recently went to a psychic to get my tea leaves read. I’m not a big believer in the paranormal, astrology, voodoo, or...
All Glitter, No Gold
Chow, Baby has the attention span of a … what was I saying? That’s why I almost never go to places that specialize in...
Cooking for West
The thoughts of many North Texans are focused on the little town of West, in the aftermath of the terrible fertilizer plant explosion on...
Crabby
I hope the folks who own Macaluso’s Italian Restaurant (2443 Forest Park Blvd.) have found a young and an old priest to exorcise whatever...
