Bless This Lasagna
A few months ago, I wrote a column about locations that are restaurant sinkholes — places where, for unknown reasons, restaurants go to die...
On Foot for Food
Chow, Baby is not good at maintaining automobiles. I often wish I had a grown-up around to nag me about things like getting my...
Barking Mad for Hot Dogs
Chow, Baby has fond memories of being taken by Chow, Daddy to Rangers’ games as a kid. Looking back, my father should have won...
Days of Wine and Lampshades
Chow, Baby got a chance to bum around Europe while in its early 20s. Unfortunately, what could have been a life-affirming cultural awakening turned...
Stop the Shutdowns
It seems like, lately, this space has been turning into a restaurant obituary column. Over the past year, Fort Worth has lost some of...
No-Comfort Zone
Chow, Baby gets that we’re in Fort Worth, Texas. But it is still mystified as to why so many restaurants around town are doing...
Arrivederci, Sardines
Chow, Baby had to see it to believe it. Walking into the building that had housed Sardines Ristorante Italiano (509 University Dr., FW), its...
Taking Me to Marrakech
Chow, Baby never met a falafel it didn’t love. OK, that’s not entirely true. But it’s an awful falafel that doesn’t meet or exceed...
You Can/Can’t Go Home Again
As a professional diner-out, I don’t get to go to my old favorite restaurants as often as I’d like — I know, poor me....
The Taste of Sin Is Sweet
Chow, Baby has noticed a dangerous trend: Bakeries and specialty pastry shops are popping up everywhere. And of course, responsible gourmand (read: glutton) that...
