Now that all the magazines and food guides have finally gotten around to finishing their awards (did you guys have something better to do for the first three fucking months of 2012?), I can finally eat where the man tells me to eat. So we pulled up a chair at …
Spaghetti and Meatballs at Glenn’s Diner
Ciao Bello Motherfuckers, today I want to talk to you about pasta. For years, I’ve been searching for the perfect spaghetti and meatballs. Not some fancy ass Slagel Farms Anti-Biotic Free, Carbon Neutral, Organic Meatball horse pucky. . . I want that salty …
Forecast for the weekend: sixty degrees and sunny in late October. Now that’s some apple picking weather, son.
No, I did not go all Chauncey on y’all while I was on the Gluttons hiatus. Don’t even think for a second that my black ass will be out at Wood Orchard…
May 27th, 1940 was a day of impossibly vivid colors at Dunkirk. The cool azure of the sky above contrasting grotesquely with the shock red blood of the soldiers who battled below it. King Leopold III, without the consult of his advisors, his people, or the prime minister of England …
[caption id="attachment_3775" align="aligncenter" width="600" caption="Momma said knock you out, so, yeah, sorry about this..."][/caption] Now that all the magazines and food guides have finally gotten around to finishing their awards (did you guys have something better to do...
[caption id="" align="aligncenter" width="715" caption="Later, she ate the beast raw like sushi."] Most meals, with enough anticipation and fanfare, cannot possibly live up to expectations. This was not one of those meals. I didn't take pictures because this food has been...
Anthony Bourdain will never read this, but I feel it entirely appropriate to name-check the guy since the tao of Tony has definitely helped inform my desire to go to strange places and eat whatever doesn't fight back (aggressively) at every available opportunity. Ecuador is a...
If you've been to a bar that stocks more than one kind of bitters in the last three years, you've probably left thinking the same thing I have: What's up with the mustaches? Or maybe more specifically, What's up with the turn-of-the-century gear, bartender-guy? Since when is...
Spaghetti and Meatballs at Glenn's Diner Ciao Bello Motherfuckers, today I want to talk to you about pasta. For years, I've been searching for the perfect spaghetti and meatballs. Not some fancy ass Slagel Farms Anti-Biotic Free, Carbon Neutral, Organic Meatball horse pucky....
Forecast for the weekend: sixty degrees and sunny in late October. Now that's some apple picking weather, son. No, I did not go all Chauncey on y'all while I was on the Gluttons hiatus. Don't even think for a second that my black ass will be out at Wood Orchard this...
Yes, one of our forks came with a hardened booger amuse-bouche. And, yes, the shaker of unidentified seasoning on the table was crustier than a fresh scab. It's also true that the iceless water in the dingy plastic pitcher looked about as palatable as a Pamela Anderson urine...
What's up, bitches? Roy here with a little lunch time tip for you North Side fiends to sit on. I know it's almost required to defend Chicago-style deep dish against the likes of New York thin, but lets be honest, it's just not feasible most of the time. If you're at work and you...
What up everyone? Gluttons here with a new section strictly for food heads. Welcome to inagural edition of "You Ain't Eatin' It Right." Today's epsiode, how to eat movie theater popcorn. First off, I'd like to give mad props to Eleni Antonopolous for putting me on to this...
May 27th, 1940 was a day of impossibly vivid colors at Dunkirk. The cool azure of the sky above contrasting grotesquely with the shock red blood of the soldiers who battled below it. King Leopold III, without the consult of his advisors, his people, or the prime minister of...
In the Chicago Gluttons hiatus, I have fallen into a deep food funk that rivals Joaquin Phoenix’s spiral into oblivion. Maybe it was the strange weather or maybe it was the gimmicky food trends hitting Chicago. (I appreciate kitschy stuff, but for the sake of Jebus, I don’t...
