How ‘Bout Something for the 469?

Chef Tony Gardizi worked the kitchen for the defunct Riviera, the defunct Buddha Bar, the defunct Vino & Basso, the defunct J. Peir in Terrell and the defunct Guthrie’s; he also had short stints at Hibiscus, Mi Piaci and Stephan Pyles (whom John Mariani just named Chef of the Year…

In Terrell We (Don’t, No Way, Uh-Unh) Trust

You know who people don’t like very much? You’ll never guess. Go ahead. Try. C’mon. Give up? Jerry Jones is more appealing than Terrell Owens. Hey, that’s not me talking. It’s the famed DBI or, for those of you not familiar with Dallas-based The Marketing Arm over on Bryan Street,…

Got Half a Billion ACS Can Borrow? Like, Now?

It’s only a Friday, but it feels like Christmas morning. First the movie version of Dallas takes a header, now comes word that Affiliated Computer Services Inc.’s lendor wants its money back–pronto. How much? Maybe as much as $500 million. According to filings with the Securities and Exchange Commission made…

J.R.’s Not Dead. He’s Just Resting.

I’ve always wanted to write a book. Maybe there’s one in the making–or, rather, the unmaking–of the movie version of Dallas. God knows it’ll be better than the film. When it happens. If it happens. Please, sweet baby James, don’t ever let it happen. The not happening is so much…

Want a Video? Yeah Yeah Yeahs.

The Yeah Yeah Yeahs played their first-ever in-store at Good Records last week. So says front woman Karen O, introing this performance of the song “Turn Into” from Show Your Bones, the band’s second disc and the one they’re currently out on the road pimping. But we thought we’d end…

Motivating Your Mavs

Avery Johnson just got a nice contract extension. If only the Mavs can extend their season again. If only the refs call it right this time, eh, Mark? I know, there’s lingering pain and raw emotions and, gawdalmighty, you’re just not ready for basketball yet ‘cuz the hurt of the…

So Not the Real Terrell Owens

Yeah, so maybe that’s the fake Owen Wilson below; I’m too high right now to care, anyway. But this is most definitely the fake Terrell Owens. Still, you can kinda imagine T.O. saying what “he” “tells” The Onion in the piece headlined “Terrell Owens Blames Poor Game On Drew Bledsoe,…

Could It Be That Owen Wilson?

Look, anyone can say they’re Owen Wilson. I’m Owen Wilson. See, it’s that easy. So there’s no way of verifying that the poster to The New York Times’ comments section concerning a story about states letting felons vote is, ya know, Owen Wilson. Or that Owen Wilson. But let’s say…

Jesus, Send Money: Prosperity, Pt. 2

Creflo Dollar: Now, there’s a name you can believe in. One day a colleague dropped an article on my desk. I imagined it was an emphatic drop, as if he were saying, “Here. The Smoking Gun.” So I read it. It was a New York Times story on black televangelist…

Fashions by Foley (Mark Foley, That Is)

You gotta love that entrepreneurial spirit that’s so much a part of the Dallas zeitgeist. With the latest news from Congress comes a press release informing us that “Dallas designer” Terri Wilkerson is peddling “FoleyGate” merchandise. And I quote: “‘FoleyGate’ could soon be dubbed the biggest catch phrase since Watergate,…

Sleuthing About Shareslueth

Los Angeles CityBeat, which is staffed and edited by a few old colleagues of mine from New Times Los Angeles during my very brief stay in L.A., has an interview with Mark Cuban concerning, among other things, his controversial investigative Web site Sharesleuth. Chiefly, Joe Piasecki wants to know why…

What’s in David Dean’s Closet? Oh. A Closet.

This is not–we repeat, not–the same David Dean who’s been getting hundreds of thousands in consulting fees from the city. But it would be funny if it was. Still, though, David Dean is the man. Oh, you say you want to know more about David Dean, the lobbyist who’s getting…

Jim, Ed Oakley Says You Suck

Ed Oakley doesn’t like Jim Schutze’s stance on the Trinity River bridges. Can’t even say his name. Say it, Ed, SAY IT! Kathleen Matsumura, publicist for the League of Women Voters of Dallas and a contributor to Sharon Boyd’s Dallas Arena, also sends out her own newsletter via e-mail, which…

Pickens to Win

That T. Boone Pickens–quite the optimist. First he donates $25,000 to the “Vote Yes! It’s Our Future” political committee, which is out there pushing the $1.35 billion bond package going before voters November 7 even though there’s no group out there even opposing the thing. Then he tells the Bloomberg…

Blacked Out

Here’s a quick lesson for all police officers: Pulling over the president of the Dallas NAACP branch could be hazardous to your career. Just ask Dallas County sheriff’s Deputy Mike Baker, who was ordered to be transferred out of patrol last month even though two separate investigations exonerated him of…

Funny Pants

Stacks of jeans are displayed on a table in the center of Bittano Boutique, a trendy shop located in Mockingbird Station near American Apparel and Urban Outfitters. The store is full of colorful baubles, fashionable dresses and all the hallmarks of today’s designer denim–embroidered back pockets, uneven washes, even some…

Raising Dallas

Raising Dallas: We suppose this is good news, in a way. A guard at Dallas County’s jail was fired last week for her treatment of an inmate, and the inmate didn’t die. In fact, the guard was canned for paying perhaps too much attention to one of her charges. Who…

On the Rebound

Avery Johnson went to Africa. Jason Terry to the Bahamas. Mark Cuban went into hiding. And, in the agonizing aftermath of the Dallas Mavericks’ collapse in last summer’s NBA Finals, Celia Barshop almost went crazy. “I was vilified,” says Barshop, “and I never even stepped foot on the court.” Don’t…

Steppin’ Out

The lady with the lilac eye shadow laid on thick all the way to her eyebrows can only venture a guess as to what’s wrong with Gary. The gatekeeper to Hoots Honky-Tonk, she is perched behind a rectangular hole cut through a wooden wall, but she does not know precisely…

Caught Cold

By the time the detective got there, the girl was more or less dead. She had been raped, that much he figured from how they found her–lying on her mother’s bed, her shorts pulled off, her shirt pushed up above her bra. She was 11 years old, and that sickened…

Mo’ Money, No Problems

Eminem, Russell Simmons, Detroit mayor Kwame Kilpatrick and Benjamin Chavis got together at the 2003 Hip-Hop Summit in Detroit Rock City. Now Simmons and Chavis are bringing the show back to another D-town…uh, Denton. If you consider eating Ramen and drinking 75-cent PBRs to be the ultimate acts of fiscal…