Author: Trey Chapman

“Good Morning Y’all!” is an appropriate way to kick off this article about my TOP 11 picks for “Cowtown Best Breakfast Spots.”

I happen to love BREAKFAST! Well, let’s be honest- if you follow me then you know I love any and all types of food. However, I am extremely partial to breakfast. I love waking up early, getting things done, then chowing down on a delicious Texas breakfast to get my motor running. I say a “Texas Breakfast” because I love biscuits and gravy. It is a stable Texan and Southern dish. No matter where I eat, I always try to add the B & G, and it has to be good. Now that I am thinking about it, I also love authentic Mexican breakfast. I will leave it at I love any and all kinds of breakfast cuisine, lol!

When I was a boy, I would get up very early and look forward to breakfast. If I were traveling with my dad for the restaurant business, I would love to hit up the hotel cafe’s buffet and pile on thebacon, eggs, and of course, biscuits and gravy. I remember one morning my dad asking me if there was any of the pig left on the buffet or if it was all on my plate? He basically called me a piggy, but it was not going to stop this munch-a-sorus named Trey! And while I have always been a big eater, the allure of breakfast sends my taste buds and senses into “Full Tilt Boogie!”

I do not know about you, but the thought of a big plate of biscuits and gravy sitting in front of me with about ten pieces of bacon just makes me happy. My plan is always the same, ask for extra gravy and dip my bacon into the gravy thus covering the bacon strip with gravy. After I eat a bite of biscuits and gravy, I then take a big fat juicy bite of the gravy covered bacon strip. So it just doesn’t get much better than bacon covered gravy I don’t care who you are. I always tell anyone that will listen that if a person does not like gravy you better watch them close. Keep one eye on your breakfast and one eye on them. If they don’t like bacon, they have to be either shifty, shady, or plum crazy! Any of those three are enough to make me keep a close eye on them until I can finish and make my exit. You will not be touching my breakfast, no sir!

Good Day,

Some years back Top Chef Stefon Rishel said to me one night, “Trey, have you eaten at Clay Pigeon and have you met Marcus Paslay yet?” The answer to both questions was no and no. I ask Stefon, “What in the world is a Paslay anyway? Sounds like a flower child!” Stefon went on to say how incredible Clay Pigeon and Chef Marcus Paslay were! Sometimes when people rave about a particular Chef or place, they tend to over exaggerate. But, knowing Stefon- he wouldn’t just give credit away to any ol’ chef, cook, or kitchen unless they are truly incredible. After Stefon’s great praising session, I got all excited. I couldn’t wait to meet this Chef Marcus Paslay, the flower child- or so I thought!

It didn’t take me long to get to Clay Pigeon on White Settlement Road. When I pulled up, and I saw the little building and it had so much charm- I lovedit.

Good Day Chow Hounds,

My family has been in Texas for 170 years farming, ranching, operating restaurants, meat packing plants, and multiple other businesses. I love Texas history, but I especially love the history that involves Texas food, drink and the businesses that bring folks together. If you love Texas, food, and drinks, then get your taste buds ready for some deliciousness in history.

Way back in 1927 in Fort Worth, Texas, a man who worked for Armor Packing Plants named Joe Riscky decided to quit his job making 9.00 dollars a week. At that time Joe and his wife Mary made a decision to open a little grocery store called Riscky’s Grocery Store and Market. Riscky’s offered everything from a personal touch to fantastic customer service. When they decided to start offering lunches with sandwiches and BBQ, Fort Worth loved it.

Tortas, Tacos & Tostadas…Oh, My!

When my best friend comes into town, there are usually two things guaranteed to happen. We are either going to be on the couch ravenously eating delivery pizza, and binge-watching Netflix or we are going out for tacos and an adventure. Today was one of those “Tacos and Adventures” visits.

My friend, Peaches, groaned hangrily at me in the car to hurry and decide on our taco destination. We were leaving our climbing adventure at Castle Hill’s Graffiti Park, and our thighs burned with a brute reminder that neither one of us had physically exhausted ourselves since P.E. in middle school. Tired and starving, my typical response to her whines would be a groan back that she should pick somewhere, but not today- no, today was different.