A Yankee in exile misses the old days of playing air hockey and breathing in musty odors.
A Katy man is feeling awfully prickly about this botanical fallacy.
An Abilene man wants to know what our brew-lovin' columnist thinks of the mania for newfangled Texas ales.
A Tulsa woman thinks the king of western swing had a raunchy side. Her husband isn't buying it.
A New York man wants to know everything there is to know about Texas toast.
A Dallas man who grew up in East Texas isn't sure his home region actually exists.
A Kaufman man vacationing in the Volunteer State hears a claim about the Texas flag that just can't be true. Can it?
An Odessa woman is still working her way through her private Dublin stash.
An irate truck owner may need to take a long, hard look in the rearview mirror.
An El Paso man thinks he's got a good candidate for Texas History Month. Is he right? Yes, but . . .
A New Braunfels man thinks that Texas's oldest dance hall deserves a little more respect.
In the midst of a cold, wet winter, an Abilene woman longs for the dog days of August.
A Texas Tech undergrad makes the case for the breakfast taco's not-so-poor relation.
A 39-year resident of Houston is gearing up for his first experience of the greatest road trip Texas has to offer.
When the early Texas rancher Charles Goodnight invented the chuck wagon, in 1866, he didn’t just presage today’s food trucks; he solved an immediate problem, which was how to keep cowboys on the remote parts of the range well-fed. During the rough-and-tumble frontier days, Texas demanded such
A Flatonia man thinks Tim McGraw can afford a better looking cowboy hat
A dedicated carnivore wonders how to handle his wife's request to lead a meat-free existence in 2018.
A Dallasite wonders how something so tasty, so filling, and so pre-Christian came to be a holiday staple.
A San Antonio woman smells trouble.
A Dallas man wonders why one good finger doesn't deserve another.
A Tyler man is feeling a little hot under the collar.
A West Texas native wonders if umbrellas are for sissies.
The Texanist advises a person who wants to pass off professionally cooked briskets as homemade.
How to handle the zit-sized pustule that those evil little @$*!%*#@%&!s leave behind.
A truck-driving woman meets a Jetta owner at a Ray Wylie Hubbard concert.
The Texanist generously shares his world-famous dove recipe.
It's known as "the Texas stop sign," but can the Illinois chain really claim the Lone Star State?
Several of my colleagues have pointed out that tucking your jeans into your boots looks ridiculous. I disagree.
The Texanist addresses contentious BYOMeat gatherings.
And the proper placement of horseshoes over doorways for the best good luck.