Authors: Fred Worbon
If You’re Not Tippin’, You’re Trippin’
When the good people at SLUG asked me to check out the menus at a few of the titty bars around town, I was a little less than enthusiastic, but I figured “what the fuck? Tits, ass and a burger or two––how bad could it be?” … read more
Eva: A New Restaurant on Main Street
Although this restaurant is brand new, from the first moment I set foot into Eva it felt familiar and comfortable—like the kind of place I have always been hanging around. … read more
The Bayou: Beer and Fries Please
When the good people over at SLUG asked me to write about The Bayou for the annual Beer Issue, I got a little distracted for a moment, drifting off into the land of “Beervana” with little mugs, goblets and glasses of amber and chocolate liquid dancing around my head. Mmmmm, I love beer. … read more
Tires & Tamales
It’s a little confusing at first, going to a tire shop for food, but it makes sense if you think about it. Nothing is worse than being stuck in a waiting room for two hours at lunch time and trying to fill up on Mike and Ikes or rock-hard Skittles while your car is having its tires rotated and balanced, so why not turn the waiting room into a dining area and add a kitchen? That is exactly what Victor Galindo and his wife Elvia did a few years back. … read more
Este: Forks, Ranch, Pineapple and the Red Sox are for...
I’m not sure how closely Este follow the regulations put in place at the original location involving no forks, no ranch, no pineapple and no Red Sox attire, but I am often tempted, when I’ve got my pizza at home, to flip on a Red Sox game, throw some pineapple on top of the pie, grab a knife and fork and dip that fuckin’ slice in some ranch dressing. … read more