Food and Fort Worth

There are two kinds of people in the world: talkers and listeners.
On a scale of one to ten, ten is the Thanksgiving guest after three vodka tonics, zero is the cloistered Sister Mary Frances. I’m around a three, maybe a two and half.
There’s a one physical reason I maintain silence over articulation and it is simply that my vocal cords are slightly damaged; talking loud enough for the other party to hear me is difficult. And there’s my feeble attempt to honor the Benedictine Order...

The recent passing of the great Don Rickles got me reminiscing about Rickles and the comedians I've enjoyed over the years.
My earliest memory of  Mr. Rickles dates to the summer of 1969.  I got a summer job through a buddy of mine whose father and grandfather worked for a carpet outlet store. We were the carpet-hauling muscle for the summer.  My friend's father was kind...

I begin with an apology: this is an incomplete list.
It's incomplete because Fort Worth and its contiguous burgs have gotten too big for this old guy to cover. And because my eating-out interests have narrowed.  The result of which is a "Best of" list that doesn't include dozens of new restaurants scattered...