Everytime you walk into Starbucks and plunk down 5 bucks for a latte, consider that you're dancing on the grave of one of Fort Worth's institutions. (And you're overpaying for coffee).
I'm no fan of the java weed, but I liked the idea that The Four Star Coffee Bar was out there as an alternative to the corporate giant. I've attended a few performances at the Four Star over the years, and stopped in for the occasional pastry, so I'm sad to read that it's mug has run dry.
As local bloggers West and Clear point out, at least the downtown location is hanging in there. How, is anyone's guess.
I'm in Week 2 of my Yom Kippur diet, and my will is being tested. When that happens, I peruse the Fort Worth restaurant inspections, and my hunger pangs disappear. No real egregious reports lately, though the most eye opening was one for The Chop House, the pricey steak joint on Main St.: 47 DEMERITS!! To be fair, they did much better on the follow-up, but it does make you think twice before you tuck into a $30 steak.
While baking on Main St. last night waiting for the circus elephants to stroll down to Sundance Square .... you had to be there .... I gained a little downtown eatery info I feel compelled to share.
First, I chatted up a guy named Jerrett Joslin, who owns several downtown bars (Bar 9) and restaurants (Sapore) and is planning to open a new one Thursday, called the SoDo Grill, on Houston St. Joslin is among the faithful who think the South end of downtown can become trendy enough to live up to the SoDo moniker. I hope he's right.
Also, I noticed a sign in the window of the Hilton hotel that said Ruth's Chris Steakhouse is going to open there early next year. It'll be right across from from Del Frisco's. Talk about a SoDo beef smackdown.
Call me a sellout, a shill for big business ... but I've grown weary of the whole "I'm suing McDonald's because my salad had a rat in it, or my coffee had a roach in it."
Oh, boo hoo! In case you hadn't heard, a cop in Cleburne is suing the fast-food overlord because there was a roach swimming in his coffee. Of course, it took him almost a year to decide to sue over said traumatic event, but who's counting.
And, isn't he a cop? Doesn't he deal with tougher characters every day on the mean streets of Cleburne?
Tuesday's the big day at Ben and Jerry's: Free Cone Day. The eating orgy begins at noon.
And just because I've been banned from B&J's doesn't mean you shouldn't get your Chunky Monkey on.
In fact, why not cash in on some more free grub on Tuesday. Denny's is pouring free cups of its new special blend coffee. (Again, I won't be cashing in because I don't drink coffee. But hey, it's tax day, so everyone deserves something back.
We made a late run to Ben and Jerry's last night, and it's safe to say I won't be allowed back there any time soon. Here's the dirty details:
We got my 3-year-old a cone because, well, he wanted one and his papa is a fool. A few licks in, his very large scoop of mango sorbet started to topple from its perch and said foolish papa dove to catch it .... knocking over my very full raspberry cream smoothie. Kerplop -- purple goo all over the floor.
The staff was very gracious about cleaning it up ... and they replaced my smoothie free of charge. And then, because I am my mother's klutz, I managed to spill my second smoothie. This time, it was all my fault. Kerplop, again.
If my picture isn't on the wall there, it should be.
But that doesn't mean you have to stay away. "Free Cone Day" is coming. It's April 17, just a week from now. That's when Ben, and his friend Jerry, give out one free cone to all their customers. We'll be counting down to the big day, even if I can't go ...