Northern Exposure
Every once in a while, Chow, Baby feels a little guilty that it spends a disproportionate amount of its time and dining dollars in...
As the Steam Table Turns
During Arts Goggle last Saturday night, Chow, Baby and the beloved … wait, you ask, don’t you mean the ex-beloved? (We pretend for the...
Tequila Rain Still Charms
Can it be that Chow, Baby is actually mellowing as it slowly and handsomely ages? Sounds like crazy talk — and yet when Chow,...
Red-Button Service
Choosing among the six films showing at the West 7th Movie Tavern (2872 Crockett St.) was fairly easy, as only one featured a cast...
Billadelphia Frydom
Chow, Baby got to Billadelphia’s (2110 W. Berry St.) about 30 seconds before the lunch bell rang at next-door Paschal High School, so it...
Salad Days
In what could be termed a bit of an overreaction to the subpar sub it had last week, over the weekend Chow, Baby was...
No Fission Here
Chow, Baby’s main reason for being, or at least for being here in this column space, stems from its near-holy-roller conviction that holes-in-the-wall serve...
Braised & Confused
Décor-wise, Cowtown Diner (305 Main St.) is more of a bistro than a diner, though if it had called itself “Cowtown Bistro,” Chow, Baby...
Fool for the Ignorant
As a Terra fan pointed out in the web comments to “No. 2, Not Trying Harder” (March 17) — a not-overly-kind report on Terra...
No Monkey Ward Prices Here
Chow, Baby retroactively apologizes to Ronin, long gone from Montgomery Plaza, for complaining two years ago about its sky-high sushi prices — $2 for...
