Good Enough for Government Work
It always strikes me as odd when people have to qualify their opinions about food based on where it’s served. As in, “For a...
Deliciously Deductible
If the Fourth of July is Cowboy Christmas because of all the rodeos going on, then surely April 15 must be Food Writers’ Fright...
Knocking on the Red Door
As a youngster, Chow, Baby roamed the wilds of the Cityview area with a Lewis-and-Clark-like ardor, watching that part of town grow from an...
Up at the Crack of Egg
Chow, Baby is useless on weekend mornings. If it weren’t for a puppy that insists on eating and occasionally going outside, I might never...
Solo Trucker
Chow, Baby used to get bummed out at the prospect of eating alone. “Table for one?” the hostess would ask, and Chow, Baby would...
Upscale, Down, Second Time Around
Sometimes Chow, Baby and a restaurant get off on the wrong foot. Both restaurants and food critics are entitled to a bad night every...
Diving for Dumplings
Not all small-town mom-and-pop restaurants are created equal. Chow, Baby is often guilty of romanticizing such joints. I can’t help it. I just imagine...
Pin the Tail on Grumpy
Chow, Baby grew up with traditional pizza party birthdays, so I’ve always associated the doughy, gooey Italian dish with sleepovers, presents, and all-around good...
Beyond the Burger Basics
First let me say that I worship at the counters of cafés like Fred’s and Kincaid’s. Fort Worth has great burger joints, most of...
Musical Notes
Chow, Baby keeps a list of restaurants it needs to try. Sounds organized, but it’s not. Here’s a sample of my list-making: Rodeo Goat,...
