Articles about Nightlife
Byron Nelson Round One: “There Will Be Blood Booze.”
We don’t know who Anthony Pulido is. But a couple weeks ago, out of the blue, the guy sent Eric a hysterically profane e-mail, demanding that we let him cover the EDS Byron Nelson Championship — by which he meant the newly energized Pavilion — for FrontBurner. Who are we to stand in the way of citizen journalism? So we armed Anthony with press credentials, and cover it he did. He titled his round one report “There Will Be Blood Booze.” Before you jump, a warning: adult language ahead!
Tony Romo and Jessica Simpson Celebrate Cake
Yes, Sarah. Today’s Tony Romo’s birthday (27th 28th), but he and Jessica celebrated it at Suite on Saturday night. Perez Hilton has a few cellphone pics. D Magazine has much better. Check them out, if so inclined.
Panic at the Disco Raid at the Rave Club
I don’t frequent “rave club” Afterlife Dallas very often, by which I mean not at all. But it looks like a swell place to dance the night away. For $15 at the door, you get to party until 4 a.m., buy glowsticks, and meet some friendly police officers as they raid the place. A soon-to-be-bookmarked-site The Dirty (aka, the site that had those Matt Leinart with underage girls and a beer bong pics) has a Dallas page that has an account from someone who was there. With video, too.
AFI: The Closing Night
I promise you: that’s Charlize Theron in the photo. On the right is Michael Cain. I was told by one AFI volunteer that Theron awoke Saturday morning with a 102-degree temperature. But that didn’t stop her from making her appointed rounds and accepting her AFI Dallas Star Award at the NorthPark screening of Battle in Seattle. I found the movie a disorganized mess. I didn’t care about the characters. I didn’t care about the outcome. At the after party at the House of Blues, Big Bob Wilsonky described the movie to me as Crash with tear gas. I think that’s generous. Speaking of the after party, after the jump you’ll find photos of the Polyphonic Spree concert. The highlight for me was their encore rendition of Nirvana’s “Lithium.” Good stuff.
Rubber Gloves Owner Josh Baish Has An Ear For Music
A helpful FrontBurnervian passes along this compelling Pitchfork link about Josh Baish, owner of the bar/studio/venue Rubber Gloves in Denton. Last October, Baish went to Marfa to see his favorite Japanese noise band Boris perform. The story is sadly missing some details on this part:
During the performance he was assaulted by four men, who broke one of his ribs and managed to bite off a chunk of one of his ears.
Gets better. While packing up, members of Boris found the chunk of ear and sent it to Baish in hopes it could be reattached. It couldn’t, but Boris wrote a song about it. Baish told Pitchfork:
“So basically, I lost my ear and broke a rib at a concert from my favorite band, and they wrote a song about it. I’d say it was worth it.”
There Ain’t No Party Like an AFI Party, Because an AFI Party Don’t Stop
Yrs trly girded his loins Saturday night and ventured out to the W Hotel for some AFI action. I brought back two really bad photos.
What To Do This Weekend
If you’re not too busy with this, check out the 7th Annual Outside the Loop Festival, which started last night and goes through March 16. The week-and-a-half-long festival features theatre, dance, music, and art. For a full schedule and ticket information, visit the WaterTowerTheatre Web site.
Where We All Should Have Been Last Night
At Ghostbar. Erykah Badu and Dave Chappelle were there, and we’ve got the photo gallery to prove it. Sidenote: Nice work, Willie Nixx. Oh, and hi Amber Campisi.
Honky-Tonker Dale Watson Appeals to Lone Star Pride
In between chugging countless shots of tequila bought for him by the raucous crowd, the great Austin honky-tonk singer Dale Watson exhorted fans at his Granada Theater show Saturday to vote for two of his videos nominated for CMT Music Awards. The reason: “It will really p*** them off if a guy from Texas wins,” Watson laughed. The first round of voting ends Feb. 25.
The Winner for Give-Up Headline of the Week: The “Mighty Good” Quinn
My wife and I stopped by The Quinn in Oak Cliff late-ish Friday night for dinner and a few drinks. I usually like to separate eating and heavy drinking by an hour or so, but I made an exception. Glad I did, because it has some of the best bar food in town. Also, if you miss the Gypsy Tea Room, go ahead and swing by. You’re likely to see more than a few familiar faces (what up, KP?).
Re: Video of Jessica Simpson and Tony Romo out on the Town
My apologies. An art-loving FrontBurnervian says this video of the couple is much more engaging, especially if you like Journey. Also don’t watch this one.
Is Cosmo’s Still Open?
A friend-having FrontBurnervian just posed that question to me, and I don’t have an answer. I called over to the Lakewood area bar, which I haven’t been to in a few years, except to pick up dry cleaning next door. Got the machine — not a surprise, since it’s noon on a Monday. So, anyone got an answer? I don’t think this is a malicious prank like the Tribeca situation. But it might be a bad game of Telephone.
UPDATE: It looks like a false alarm. Carry on. And if I checked Quick’s Nightlife blog, I would have known that Friday.
Has Tribeca Lost Its Liquor License? (UPDATE: Nope)
That seems to be the case, according to a strange-fax-receiving FBvian:
I had a fax this morning from Tribeca, no clue how they got my fax number, but they have lost their liquor license and are now unloading all of their booze this weekend…free after 9pm!
Going out of business and leaving a void in the cool rooftop patio arena.
Anyone from Tribeca out there with your ears on, confirm or deny at your leisure.
UPDATE: Check out the comments for the story behind the fax. Long story short? It was a prank, and apparently it’s been happening a bunch. No free drinks. Bar staying open. Nothing to see here. Sorry Tribeca. Print out this post; it’s redeemable for one stern look of admonishment and maybe a purple nurple.
Re: A Very Preliminary Report on Last Night’s Stainless Steel Chef Competition
A co-working FrontBurnervian just reminded me of the best line from last night. It came from our sozzled staff photographer, Elizabeth “The Spider Monkey” Lavin, who was eager to meet the very ripped chef Tre Wilcox. When I introduced the two, the first words out of Elizabeth’s mouth were: “I don’t like to eat.” Then she asked Tre — three times — if he’d like to join her and some of the other D girls at the after party. Tre very politely declined the offer. (Which, honestly, I thought was the wrong move.)
A Very Preliminary Report on Last Night’s Stainless Steel Chef Competition
Thanks to all who joined us, to the Milestone Culinary Arts Center for hosting, to the judges for judging, and especially to the six great chefs who each prepared two dishes that included the secret ingredient, red snapper. This year’s competition was another great success. Take this as one indicator: at last year’s Stainless Steel Chef Competition, we went through 12 cases of wine. This year we plowed through 15 cases before making a run to the liquor store to procure more. Your winner this year — in something of an upset, given the celebrity of some of the other contestants — was David McMillan, of 62 Main. We’ll have more photos taken by people equipped with something other than an iPhone, and the incomparable Kyle will soon have video to share. Meantime, here’s some snaps to tide you over. First, a shot of Nancy that she’ll probably ask me to take down when she gets to work. Next, Shannon Wynne shows his true colors. And, finally, the contestants (from left): Casey Thompson (Shinsei), Tre Wilcox (formerly of Abacus), Kelly Hightower (Kavala Mediterranean Grill), Kevin Maxey (Craft), Tim Love (Lonesome Dove), and David McMillan.
Dying Hard Rock Cafe Donates Organs to Feargal McKinney
Remember Tecole? It’s now called the BlackFriar Pub, and it is furnished with some of the innards from the Hard Rock. I don’t know how Feargal does it. Just down the street from the Old Monk, he has opened the Capitol Pub. Does the new place cannibalize the old? Not to my eye. Both seems busy. And now he opens a bar directly across the street from his other bar, the Idle Rich. You can’t stop him. And it doesn’t even look like you can contain him. The full release about the BlackFriar:
Update: Shame on me. The Capitol Pub ain’t a Feargal joint. To my misinformation giver: you will pay.
See Paris Hilton Ghostbar Pics with Your Own Eyes
Some pics for those who like pics. And Kyle says she’ll have video soon.
Bowled Over
I’m a little late to this, considering 300 in Addison (formerly Fun Fest) has been open for quite some time now. But I went for the first time last night, and boy, is it bowling at its finest. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for the charm of a dimly lit alley with original 1970s decor and the pervading smell of spilled beer and body odor. But if you’re looking for a more upscale alternative, this is the place. (And don’t give me any of that It’s in Addison nonsense. It’s 10 minutes down the Tollway. Deal with it.)
Just a few ways 300 is different: A greeter fetches your own personal ball according to your size and weight preferences (I used a medium 10-pounder, if you must know) and shoes (none of your business)—ones that you don’t feel the need to douse with disinfectant before lacing up. The greeter carries your items you to your lane for you, then introduces you to your server. Anthony proved very helpful and quick with the Miller Lites. And guys—the Mavs game was playing on supersized screens over the lanes, so you don’t have to keep running to the bar to check the score. Play as many games as you like, then pay one tab for all your expenses.
Where Some People Watched Last Night’s Game
Funny you should mention Hef, Glenn. Some representatives of Playboy were in town and joined reps from Cuervo Black to throw a VIP watching party at Bolt Studios. A half dozen Playmates would be in attendance. Sadly, I was not. But our very own Nightlife Maven Kyle Kearbey and D photographer Elizabeth Lavin went. (That’s Elizabeth on the left, Kyle in the middle, and Kyle’s friend Sara at right.) I asked Kyle to write a recap of the evening. She did, and it — along with some photos taken by Matthew Shelley — is after the jump.
The Fire Pits are Back at Lee Harvey’s
Remember this? (And this? And this, and this, and this? Oh, and this and this?) Well, it seems that Lee Harvey’s beloved fire pits aren’t dead after all. So says a same-office-working FBvian, in this good news/bad news missive:
Btw, Lee Harvey’s got their fire pits back. Just in time, too. Looks like they just built metal enclosures around what was already there. I’m guessing that gets them in “code.” Even so, a cop spent most of the night talking to (who appeared to be) the proprietors.
Pictures From Last Night’s Trinity Party
Pretty swell evening last night at the Trinity Trust’s “Launch the Trinity” party. Jump for a pics.
Re: Deep Ellum’s Beat
I’d agree with Wick that Deep Ellum “is a shadow of its former lively self.” But I don’t think it’s because of the clubs that the landlords have allowed in. At least, not anymore. I think it’s because of all the clubs they haven’t let open up down there. If they’re worried about the wrong kind of club causing a crime problem — or worse yet, the perception of a crime problem — that ship has sailed. Using the SUP process as a hammer isn’t going to work. It’s just going to breed a new generation of Avi Adelmans that will use it to cleanse the neighborhood of anything they don’t like, which is pretty much everything.
The only way to give Deep Ellum life again is giving it more life — more clubs, which will bring in more people, which will bring in more restaurants. They have two choices at this point: Open the doors to more clubs, or sell off all the land to an outside developer and start over. I would hope it would be the former, but I also hoped that I wouldn’t have to burn down my house for the insurance money, and that’s not working out so well for me.
Deep Ellum’s Beat Goes On
Michael Davis runs a blog called Dallas Progress. He’s also on the City Planning Commission. As he mentioned in the comments section of yesterday’s post, six of the seven bars facing Special Use Permit renewals got ‘em, with one getting an extension. That’s good news for fans of Deep Ellum. And, as Davis writes on his blog, the turnout yesterday at City Hall is good news for the future. The kids, they care.
‘Sup with the SUPs?
Just in case you a) didn’t know, or b) wondered if we didn’t know, Deep Ellum is the topic du jour at City Hall, as several bars are having to defend their Special Use Permits. I could go on and on about the complex issue, or I could just link to Sam Machkovech’s plea for action or to the exhaustive research and updates that Wilonsky has worked on this morning and yesterday. Links, it is.
Ryan Adams Was a Good
(Alt. Hed: I’m Old, Because I Kinda Liked McFarlin Auditorium as a Concert Venue.) I joined the roughly 2,300 people at McFarlin Auditorium on Friday night to see Ryan Adams & The Cardinal play an alternately wonderful, rockin’, sweet, tense, awkward concert. For more, check out the jump. (more…)
Beard Needs Help
If you haven’t seen Unfair Park yet today, you might not know the latest about Beard, aka John Brewer, aka the bouncer dude from Club Dada. He’s been at Parkland Hospital since Friday after reportedly having a seizure. Beard has no insurance. Check out Big Bob’s post for more information on how you can help.
CNN Travel Goes Traveling … to Downtown Dallas!
CNN’s Travel site just posted a broad, generic travel guide to downtown Dallas. Locals will find nothing new. There’s the oft-repeated, rarely substantiated claim that Dallas has more restaurants per capita than New York and that our arts district is the biggest arts district in all the land. But locals might raise an eyebrow or two at the claim: “On the east end, you’ll find funky Deep Ellum, where the vibe is young, artsy and eclectic.” (Deep Ellum still has a vibe?) And Monica of Monica’s Aca Y Alla has been Monica for about 15 years now — seems tacky to say, “Folks come for the unique Mexican dishes as well as to sneak a peek at Monica, the restaurant’s transgender owner.” Still, kudos to John Crawford or whoever it was at DowntownDallas to get the free pub.
Eric Celeste Is a Good Cook, But He Snores
So last night Eric pulled himself a little caper. He and a friend of ours named Joe decided it would be funny to hop my fence and grill steaks in my backyard at 11 o’clock. Picture the scene: my wife and children are fast asleep. I’m still awake, piddling around, having just finished installing a wireless distribution system with a new AirPort Express. Then comes a text from Eric: “Do the steaks smell good?” This confuses me. Even more confusing, I see a car in my back driveway. As I’m trying to process the text message and the car, Eric and Joe bang on a sliding glass door, nearly causing me to lose control of my bowels.
Great gag. I repair to the patio, where they’ve got a half-drunk bottle of wine, and the steaks are just coming off the grill. Next thing you know, Adam joins us, and it’s 2 a.m. Which, of course, is a great time to start playing golf on the Wii. Just so you know.
Thing is, though, Eric “fell asleep” at about that point in the evening’s program. So I took this picture of him for the blog, by way of payback. And because we’re nothing if not technologically top-notch here at FrontBurner, I got this, too: ericsnores.wav.
Thanks for the good time last night, guys. Let’s do it again soon.
Re: Lee Harvey’s
A “loyal, photo-snapping FrontBurner fan” sent this photo of the much-discussed Lee Harvey’s along, as well as a few questions:
Is Lee Harvey’s, quaint as it may be, an eyesore in a neighborhood of eyesores? Is there a men’s room? Do rowdy young drunks just fall over on the dirt? Is this not a place that looks more Austin than Dallas? And would its “casual charm” be tolerated anywhere north of the Trinity? I hope it lasts forever, but let’s call a pig a pig, you know?
Answers: Kind of, but I don’t look that great during the day either; two, in fact; probably, but I think that tends to happen to rowdy young drunks pretty much everywhere, and there certainly aren’t more at Lee Harvey’s than anywhere else; I … guess, but I’m not sure that’s a huge drawback; not as much as it should be; and I do know, but I don’t necessarily agree.
Re: Lee Harvey’s (and Deep Ellum)
Seems we’ve stumbled into a bigger discussion with all the Lee Harvey’s/Deep Ellum/entertainment district/city responsibility talk. After the jump, a Deep Ellum-dwelling FBvian (rightly) defends his turf, and a longtime FBvian defends an even bigger area.
Before that, though, my take: Yes, I think much of what has happened in Deep Ellum, at least lately, is the fault of some of the property owners. But I also think the city has not done enough to support the business owners. It’s probably smart financially to wait along with the landlords for the big payday that will boost the bottom line. But for the overall health of the city, we need Deep Ellum. We need new neighborhood anchors like Lee Harvey’s. We need entertainment and entertainment districts more than you might realize.
And to clarify, I don’t think there isn’t anything to do in Dallas. There is plenty. My point is that, if unchecked, that could be the case. To avoid that, the city needs to get more proactive, and by “the city,” I mean both the government and the citizens.
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More Lee Harvey’s
A big-picture-seeing FBvian writes in with a good explanation of why I, and others, would be quick to put the blame for what’s going on at Lee Harvey’s at the city’s feet. It’s a bit lengthy, so let’s go ahead and jump.
Re: Lee Harvey’s
A to-the-point FBvian scoreboards us with this: Unfair Park already reported the Chris Jones angle. I knew that. I mentioned that (obliquely, but still) in the original post. Fine. You want me to give a hat tip, there you go. I won’t be so subtle next time.
Speaking of Chris Jones, Mike Orren of Pegasus News points us to this bit of “comment subterfuge” by Jones in an attempt to drum up support for his shenanigans.
So, if you’re scoring at home: Lee Harvey’s = awesome. Local blogs = awesome. Chris Jones = not so much.
Re: Lee Harvey’s
City of Dallas, I apologize … for now. First off, you’ve added the great Michael Davis to the City Plan Commission. (He’s sworn in, but doesn’t officially start until October 1.) But also, I may have overblown your culpability in the Lee Harvey’s imbroglio. A Cedars-dwelling FBvian points the finger at the aforementioned Avi Adelman disciple (and I don’t mind calling him out, as he’s not exactly shy):
Zac, it is not the City, a group of us residents met with them last week. It is ONE individual named Chris Jones who lives across the street. He has called every city agency he could think of to harass Harvey’s. Seth and Philip have assured the city that they will come in compliance on any issue this guy brings up that violates city code. But if Chris Jones calls the city, the city has a due diligence to check out any potential problem. After that Chris Jones is liable for bogus calls to the city. I have lived here for 12 years and almost as close as Jones, love Harvey’s and never have a problem with music or anything else. Crime and street people problems have diminished since Harvey’s came on the scene. Best thing that ever happen to this part of the Cedars. The problem is not the city, it is one man, Chris Jones.
If you didn’t catch that, the FBvian was talking about Chris Jones.
Re: Lee Harvey’s
Based on the amount of e-mail I’m getting in response to my Lee Harvey’s post, I think it’s safe to say a nerve has been struck. I think the end of one missive from FB Nation sums it up best:
I hope the city doesn’t ruin something that is turning out to be a very good thing for The Cedars.
Again, city of Dallas: You are on notice. How about finding ways to, I don’t know, help businesses that are good for neighborhoods instead of caving to a vocal minority, huh? Suggestion: City council field trip to Lee Harvey’s for a few cold ones some night. You pick. Let Seth and the gang break out the fire pits. I promise you’ll enjoy it. First round* is on me.
*note: applies to domestic beers and well alcohol only.
Why Does the City Have it Out for Lee Harvey’s?
Late Friday night, I dropped by Lee Harvey’s for a quick drink. It’s on my short list of favorite local watering holes, but I hadn’t been there for a while; it’s been like the playoffs lately, and I’ve been going with a tight rotation. I’d heard they’d had some problems with noise complaints, which mostly turned out to be the doing of an Avi Adelman protégé who should have known what he was getting into. A lot of smoke, not much fire.
But I didn’t know what else has been going on over there. Apparently, the city has zoned the bar out of its use of two nearby grass parking lots. So when I pulled up, the street parking situation gave the impression of a red-carpet opening rather than a pretty run-of-the-mill Friday night. (I parked in a spot so far away, I was almost offended I wasn’t mugged.) Plus, the bar’s fire pits, which always made a winter evening nice enough to spend outside, have been similarly pinched.
Listen, Lee Harvey’s is the only worthwhile thing in that neighborhood. It has almost single-handedly made the run-down neighborhood that it’s in halfway decent. So, city of Dallas, you are on notice: get off its back. Or I might actually learn something about petition drives and run for office again. Don’t make me do that to my wife.
New Bar Alert: The Quinn
Last time around, Robert Ramirez and Kris McLauchlan were seemingly cursed. Twilight, the Oak Cliff bar/restaurant Ramirez owned and McLauchlan managed, ran into problems before it was even open, and eventually burned down just when it was settling comfortably into the neighborhood. After a few trying years, Ramirez (you may remember him tending bar at the Grapevine and Lee Harvey’s) and McLauchlan (late of Trees and Gypsy Tea Room) are back with a new joint, The Quinn, not terribly far from their first star-crossed locale. This time, things seem to be going their way.
Stuart Sikes (who had been in the night before) actually brought Chan Marshall in on Sunday evening, along with her lovely dog, Mona. She was incredibly friendly and complementary of The Quinn (I’m pretty sure she had me blushing). I guess she’s staying at [redacted] while she works on mixing the new record. I reckon that qualifies us as having had our first “celebrity” on only our 3rd day open, even though when I told Robert about it, his response was, “Cat who?”
Re: Hot Tip
Also worth noting: Tuesday at the British Rose is “Trivia and Free Chicken Tuesday.” First question of the evening: “Who played first base for the Gashouse Gang in the 1930s?”
A Report From the New Ritz-Carlton Fearing’s
In our October issue, we’ll have a special treat for you. A new semi-regular cartoon written by David Hopkins and drawn by Paul Milligan. Start looking forward to it right now. The first installment will concern itself with the new Fearing’s. David and Paul spent some time there on Wednesday, which was opening night. Here’s a report from David on how the first night went:
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Windmill Lounge Gets Another Thumbs-Up
From a jingle-writing FrontBurnervian:
Inspired by FrontBurner, I checked out Windmill Lounge on Maple. The place is just right and will be even better when it’s cold outside and dark early. Nice vibe, great juke, and funny owner/bartender Charlie.
Note, though, the place ain’t across the street from a methadone clinic.
Dallas Observer Music Awards … Observed
Still can’t come up with a better headline than a variant on Adam’s original. Anyway, I went to the shindig last night at the Granada Theater. Let’s go ahead and jump for my, um, observations. (more…)
Windmill’s Word to the Wise
A proprietating (propriatory?) FrontBurnervian has this to say about the Windmill Lounge:
Thanks for the mention on FrontBurner today. However, please note we are NOT across the street from a methadone clinic but across the street from a donut shop and the offices of KNON. The methadone clinic is 2 blocks away and closed before we even end happy hour.
Fair enough. (And see you soon.)
Gin Drinkers Speak Out
As an update to yesterday’s discussion about the New Cocktail Era (basically, No More Vodka-based Drinks), a sophisticated imbiber offers a place I’ve never been and what to order when I get there.
Being somewhat of a gin fanboy, I was thrilled to experience some amazing cocktails this past weekend on a trip to NYC w/ stops at the Pegu Club and Gramercy Tavern. Both make amazing drinks. Pegu uses no canned juices, having the staff come in daily to juice limes/lemons/blood oranges/etc. Gramercy made some amazing rye drinks and my wife had a few champagne cocktails. For similar attention to mixology, there is a dive on Maple (unfortunately across from a methadone clinic) near inwood called the Windmill Lounge. Their owner(s) pay special attention to creating some fantastic gin cocktails. They have the best gin selection I’ve found in town (beyond the standard “top shelf” Bombay Sapphire, Tanq., and the highly overrated Hendrick’s) including such brands as Plymouth, Boodles, Old Raj, and more. Oh, and thanks Tristan for the Rye Mash at Porch.
Me, I like Hendrick’s. But I’m willing to learn.
Re: The New Cocktail Era
I have been known, inside the confines of Stately Crain Manor, to enjoy an elixir I would never, under any circumstances, order publicly. That said, this so-called “New Cocktail Era,” as the great Bill Jacks might say, fills me with misgivings. Maybe it’s just me, but when it comes to mixology, if the recipe requires more than a glass of ice, several fingers of bourbon (or similar), and maybe a splash of water, you’re over-thinking it.
Trinity Hall Monitors
A fellow-futbol-fan FrontBurnervian supported his club a little later in the day and files this report:
I was at trinity hall later in the day to watch my Tottenham boys make me hate life for about 90 minutes. Anyway, heard the owners of Trinity Hall talking to some people next to me, they were as amazed at the turn out as well, apparently 2 of Tom Hicks’ sons were in attendance and probably brought quite a few people with them.
Which reminds me of another part of the conversation my friends and I had: If Tom Hicks really wanted to make Liverpool fans happy (and make more of them), he’d pick up the tab every now and then at Trinity Hall and/or Dubliner. Just a thought.
Has the New Cocktail Era Hit Dallas?
That’s what an elbow-bending, NY-living FrontBurnervian wants to know:
I’m in Dallas this weekend and am wondering if the New Cocktail Era has yet infiltrated my home town. Are there any bartenders around town speaking out for gin and rye and shunning vodka, in the spirit of pre-prohibition mixology?
I’m only vaguely aware of what this FrontBurnervian is talking about. If it’s just old-school drinking environments he’s looking for, I think the Lion’s Den at the Stoneleigh is top-notch. Library Bar at the Melrose ain’t bad either. Does anyone know a) anything about this purported New Cocktail Era or b) where to find it ’round these parts?
Update: A helpful FrontBurnervian passes along this link to a story about the New Cocktail Era that ran in the Houston Press–though its 2005 date might put a damper on any claims of newness.
Drinkers at Trinity Hall Will Never Walk Alone
While enjoying a pint or two with friends at Trinity Hall Saturday morning, celebrating the start of the English Barclay’s Premier League 2007-2008 season, we pontificated on the abundance of Liverpool fans in attendance. The place was packed. We knew there would be some Reds fans there, as it is the headquarters for Dallas chapter of the Liverpool fan club. But we wondered if there were more fans there on opening day than past years because of Tom Hicks’ involvement. Some of us thought Hicks’ name is mud in the sports world, and, if anything, his ownership would shame supporters. Others in our group (or maybe it was the same people, just a pint later) figured Hicks has taken pains to make Dallas Liverpool’s sister city–things like hosting a UEFA Champions League Finals watching party at the AAC. I forget what our group finally decided, and we were rooting for Aston Villa anyway. But here’s some important knowledge to have: Trinity Hall has a rule of two Irish Car Bombs (aka Peacemakers) per person. Probably wise.
See Tony Romo Sing Some Journey
Thanks to Big Bob for posting the video.
Re: Celebrity Sighting of Troy Aikman
From a co-working FBvian:
I, too, saw Troy Aikman last night. Stared at him all dinner as I sat across from his booth at Hibiscus. Said things like “Wow, look how big his hands are” and “Man, he’s got a big head.”
Sexiest Bartender in Dallas
I won’t pretend to know. Sure, I’ve got some contenders in mind (Kelly at the Corner Bar, I’m thinking of you … lots). But I’m no Sexy Bartender Picking Professional, which is why I’ll defer to Spike TV. The guy-riffic TV station and Web site is determined to find the sexiest bartender in Dallas (and Chicago and Phoenix). Eight finalists from these parts will gather at Public House on Greenville this Friday. Online voting will then begin in mid-August. I’ll be sure to keep you posted.
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