At Least We Didn’t Inhale
Chow, Baby recently ended a burger binge on the cool new double-decker patio at Dutch’s Legendary Hamburgers (3009 South University Dr.). William S. Burroughs...
Eastward, Ho!
Is it possible for a restaurant in a big green building in a neighborhood with very few non-fast-food options to be labeled a hidden...
Dueling ’Cue: Ribs at 30 Paces
I ran across something of a barbecue conundrum while driving around the Mid-Cities the other day. There are two barbecue “barns” right down the...
Left Out in the Cold
I ate the soup. All of it. Sorry, fellow Weekleteers, if you want to taste one of Walter Kaufmann’s creations, you’re just going to...
Live at the Grocery
I remember the first time I walked through the hedge maze that is Central Market (4651 W. Fwy.). It was also the first time...
Anything for a Quiet Life
Chow, Baby isn’t the life of the party anymore, unless your idea of a party is a 12-hour “Top Chef” marathon with microwave popcorn....
Eastward, Yo!
My car knows where to find hole-in-the-wall Mexican food. It’s like one of those pigs that can find truffles, or a salsa divining rod....
Mall-Dining Tip: Leave
Recently, I’ve been scouring area malls for a wedding gift that fits both the bride and groom’s expensive tastes and Chow, Baby’s budget —...
Park and Eat
I’m starting to think food trucks are like spiders –– you’re never more than a few feet away from one. We’re past the point...
A Flat Tire, A Loaf of Bread, and Wow
As my high-dollar hot rod (read: Hyundai Sonata) falls to pieces — due in large part to my neglect — I’m finding myself calling...
