Drink Me
What's the story on Poly Pop? From untrustworthy web sites, Chow, Baby has learned only that one Paul Hollis, who may have lived near...
Down Mijo Way
In the category of south-of-the-border foods, over the last year or two Chow, Baby's been so hyped about taco trucks, Salvadoran pupusas, and camarones...
A Hill of Beans, Please
There's a pretty interesting backstory to the newly resurrected Pit Barbecue (702 N. Henderson St.). But you can ask one of the friendly counter...
Cutting the Tension with a Fork
Chow, Baby adores its friends Smiley and Mr. B., but they do have one flaw. Feature, sorry, Chow, Baby meant to say "feature": They're...
Not Kidding Around
Apparently lamb is the new crème brûlée - a dish Chow, Baby had never thought much about until one day the light hits the...
When Irish Eyes Are Crying
Let's deal with the Burning Question first: Yes, Guinness tastes better in Ireland. Amazingly better. Part of this is simply freshness, explained the publican...
City on the Edge of Forever
Normally in May, Chow, Baby embarks on its big spring vacation, which for IRS purposes is known as global-cuisine research.
(Most other vacations are officially...
He’s a Claun
Sorry to channel Andy Rooney, but it seems like the definition of "appointment" has changed in the last few years. Used to be so...
High Steaks
Here's Chow, Baby and its conflicting loyalties standing smack in the middle of Main Street. On the west side of the street is the...
Where the Boys Aren’t
Lunching at Lambert's (2731 White Settlement Rd.) last week, Chow, Baby was reminded of that advice-column staple, the woman just turned 30 who's complaining...
