When I went to high school in Dallas, we felt superior to kids from Fort Worth, a city we derisively referred to as Cow Town. It wasn't of much use to us, except for the occasional trip to the Amon Carter Museum to check out Remington bronzes, or to the Tarrant Convention Center to see the Stones. The words "gourmet" and "Fort Worth" were never uttered in the same sentence, though everyone acknowledged that the city's beanless chili was the... More >>>