Parking near a runway to watch planes take off allows you to consider deep, metaphysical questions like "Where am I going?", or "Is anywhere else better than here?", or "What the hell is a biscotti cookie?" Helping you never find out, Delta Charlie's Bar and Grill.
Outfitted by the original Gypsy Tea Room/Metro Grill crew with swirl-brushed metal furniture, 270 degrees of aluminum-pane windows, and a fire-engine red Big Ass Fan, DCBG's a full-service...B&G nestled in the heart of the private-planes-only Dallas Executive Airport, complete with a sunny patio right out by the tarmac, a brazen move for which they deserve big props. Prepped in the kitchen that also provides DEA's in-flight catering option (the wealthy like it, so you know it's good), the from-scratch fare starts with apps like "Mike's Texas Chili" (no beans, of course), "Biggest Little Joes" sloppy sliders, cheesy "Home on the Range Dip" w/ Buffalo pulled chicken, and "The Banditos": cream cheese-&-bacon-packed battered jalapenos paired with bacon-wrapped shrimp -- so it's a good thing 5'7" ex-Eagles DB Mark McMillian isn't Jewish! Entrees range from the garlic-buttered "Dalton's Strip", to fried baby backs, to build-your-own pizzas, while a dirty sandwich dozen includes a Texas Toasted, pepper-marinara'd meatloaf and the spiked-meat "Executive Burger" -- no matter how lousy a job you do managing its assets, you'll still walk away fat.
To help you become a frequent liar, the bar's pouring frozen margs, plenty of whiskey, and 21 bottled beers from Negro Modelo to Killian's; they'll also stock just about any libation by request -- how hard the booze'll be depends on whether you're the fish, or the chicken.