Yes, I finally unearthed a wee bit of Fort Worth Nirvana. It has taken six years, but it is there. Thanks to a pandemic spawned downsizing necessity that led us to a new Fort Worth neighborhood, wedged between the cusp of a gentrifying area, a blue blood borough, and a hood where rent should include ammunition, our Fort Worth point of view has altered. This new frame of reference has revealed a few new Fort Worth gems. I have a feeling I'll go on and on about Salsa Limón's tocos that have no equal, but that's for another rambling post on another day. Today, this keyboard spews my lengthy sentences to espouse the goodness of a funky coffee house joint called Boulevard Brew at 5406 River Oaks Boulevard, River Oaks, Texas, about a mile from the new apartment.
When I walked into the Boulevard Brew carrying the new rollable DGT chessboard that my sons gave me for Christmas, the barista called out to me, "You just missed chess night." Sarah, a twenty-something provider of caffeinated liquid goodness, smiled a delightful charm distributing smile that reminded me that I'm a 53-year-old man.
"Excuse me," I squinted. Sarah explained that another barista had started a chess night to promote the most excellent of board games. Then, she proceeded to pour me a cup of joe and took the hint that I prefer mine black without any ceremonial formality or inflated descriptive java jargon.
Excessive vocabulary goes into my prose, not my coffee cup. Then it hit me, joy, "THEY HAVE A CHESS NIGHT!"
I should also note that shortly after the chess night revelation, it also hit me that the coffee cost $3.25. But then again, like the pretty young girl's smile, a three-digit price tag on coffee also reminds me I am a 53-year-old man. So this price shock is not the coffee house's problem, but mine. You see, a cup of coffee in 1968, the year I was born, cost $0.40. So even though that 1968 .40 ¢, when adjusted for inflation, is equivalent to $3.19 in 2021 dollars and the average price of A Cup of Coffee in Texas right now is $2.52, I'm still psychologically stunned at the concept of that charge. Nevertheless, it's a very fair price, considering the ambiance and CHESS NIGHT.
Then, get this, it's no joke; I struck up a joyful conversation with some dude with a fantastic chest-length beard named Joe. Oops! The dude was named Joe, not the beard. Did I compose a dangling non-participial modifier or something?
Anyway, I was having a cup of joe with Joe, AND he was preparing his DM's notes for his weekly D&D campaign night. So, setting aside his homework, Joe offered me a monolog on the high quality of baked goods Boulevard Brew offers. However, I quit listening because I was still soaking in the fact that the most excellent of roleplaying games, D&D, also took place at these tables. So, chess and D&D (and tasty-baked-goods-whatever), I did call this place "Nirvana" at the top of this longwinded text, remember?
As for the ambiance mentioned above, the front room looks like a clean café trope should. You see a barista's station, a counter with a cash register or rather a new-fangled Apple touchscreen thingy, baked goods in a display case, a collection of 1950's celebrities' photographs on the wall, a few high tables with stools, a comfy couch with a coffee table displaying some artsy magazines, USB plugs nearby for charging devices, and chalkboard menus (got to have chalkboard menus even with today's tech).
Yes, cliché; yes, clean. Yes, I know.
But, keep looking, and you'll find local artwork on the walls, more seating in a room behind the barista's station arranged in little nooks of more comfy couches, and space for a band. A closer study will show the comfortable sofas, coffee tables, lamps, and other furniture accessories are 50's/60's retro.
Wait! Wow! Did I gloss over "space for a band?" Whoa! I checked out their website, and I found live music dates! Weekly live music! Kwin Smith, "we'll put the band back together, do a few gigs, we get some bread. Bang! Five thousand bucks."
By the way, I'm not too fond of text with more than one exclamation point. It makes me dyspeptic. It's cheap and silly. I'm sorry; I humbly ask for forgiveness.
But, do you blame me?
Coffee! Caffeinated liquid goodness! Chess Night! D&D! Baristas! Delightful, charming smiles! Local artwork! Joe's fantastic chest-length manly-man beard! USB outlets! 50's/60's retro interior design! Chalkboard menus! Weekly live music! Future booze flow!
All for $3.25!
My full review:
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