Morchellas! (insert preferred onomonopia here)! The molly moocher, dryland fish, merkle, the sponge, or simply known as the morel. Only Madlib’s got more aliases. Trip up on these in the forest and consider it an edible 1849. No worries though, North Pond’s Bruce Sherman will happily pay ole’ Barry (Appleton, Minnesota’s finest) to “hunt” um down for you.
(Said in Spicoli voice) But its not just about the shrooms, dude, its about the journey, the total gnarlyness, bro!
And its true; morels kinda taste like kneepit without a solid accompaniment. But don’t bread and fry that shit. That’s remedial. Top the forest jewels with sheeps milk, ricotta-parmesan gnocchi, cinnamon and watercress and suddenly the sun, moon, and stars seem more boring than old people sex. We’d work this dish down like cherry twizzlers.
Solid grab by Kidltamae. Stay up on the Chicago Gluttons flickr group and culinary centerfold, babies. Its more controversial than the Chicago Eyeball. Oh, and never forget, the digital camera to deliciousness ratio always favors the documentarian.
Culinary Centerfolds, Dinner, You Have to Fucking Try This
Gilt Bar is real talk, peoples. Realer than a 3rd mortgage. Realer than a drunk krew of community organizers. Realer than ole boy who hacked into Baracks and B. Spears Twitter accounts. Realer than the HIV+, son.
Have you all seen this menu? How are we not fucking with this place? I’ll commit 1st-4th degree murder for this deliciousness. Lemme get that roasted bone marrow and red onion jam on toast. And them Anson Mills heirloom white grits w/ local white cheddar. Oh, and I’ll holler hard at those Kennebec Frites…I like my shits Kennebec’ed. While at it, add some Maple & bourbon glazed red wattle pork and the coal fired beef rib eye. Hook my plate up, waiter! And never forget my balls.
Ya heard? Thats the oven roasted, hand cut pork meatballs with brown butter and thyme. As Roy say, we’ll race you to the grave with this one cuz we’ll be ordering multiple plates of this. We’ll consume so heavy, ball sweat will be inevitable.
Props to Kidltamae and the CG Flickr Pool for bringing the heat . Our sweaty dreams will be happily be disturbed from here on out.
Culinary Centerfolds, Dinner, You Have to Fucking Try This
Chicago Gluttons Flickr Group, Gilt Bar, Kidltame, Pork Meatballs
Bevin back in this! After popping out 7 kids, Moms finally decided to get that hysterectomy on, so I had to play nurse while her pussy healed… Fuck all that nonsense, lets talk gluttony.
Have your lips been blessed with the honor of sliding over this creamy duck goodness? Did you crack the duck egg yoke and let it ooze on the crispy seasoned fries? Did you mix the leftovers into your bathwater?
Fries topped with duck fat gravy, homemade cheese curds, and duck fried egg. Shiiiit. Im fittin to get DUCK BUCK. Thanks for posting this one up, cliffetters’. Remember to VOTE GLUTTONS so we can collectively stick a dagger into 312DiningDiva’s fake titties.
Culinary Centerfolds, Dinner, You Have to Fucking Try This
CG Flickr Group, Chicago Gluttons, duck confit poutine, Nightwood, TOC Eat Out Awards 2010
Palmer House? The fuck? No, this post aint about the Twentieth Annual Meeting of the Society for Text & Discourse or that time your boss told you she’d pick up a couple AWDs (after work dranks) at the Lobby Bar, then cut out early, leaving you with a healthy tab. Nah, fam, this post is about a gotdamn sandwich and the food scientry going on at Lockwood. Not familiar with Philip Foss? Wrong Answer.
Skip that $5 footlong college bullshit and head straight for the pros.
Pictured above, we have the Shortrib sandwich served along truffled potato chips, courtesy of KidItamae and the CG Flickr Group. This flick honestly had us on some L.L. Cool J shit, licking lips every 20-30 seconds. Be sure to peep Foss’ blog, The Pickled Tongue to see dood fulfilling his slave master duties, steadily cracking whip on the backs of the downtown culinary scene.
Culinary Centerfolds, Lunch, Things We've Eaten, You Have to Fucking Try This
Chicago, Chicago Gluttons, Chicago Gluttons Flickr Group, lockwood, palmer house, philip foss
Its been 20K Leagues since CG has doled out shine for those who share in gluttony. This week, we suss belly with the real from KidItamae who gets blasted by authentic, raw flavors like nappy doo under hot comb.
Gluttony Haiku:
Annihilated duck legs with battery by
black mole enticing pussy vocals.
Unfasten button on William Rasts.
Culinary Centerfolds
banana leaf wrapped duck leg tamal, Chicago Gluttons, chilam balam
Back on Top Chef Masters, Rick Bayless was hurdling chefs like Carl Lewis at the Pan American Games. Riding his personal fame train, Ricky B launched Xoco a few weeks back, serving up tortas and caldos, barrio-styles. Hows the food? How the fuck yall think? Our boy efisher over at the CG flickr pool reminds us that it is actually possible to be a white man jammed up in anudda brown skinned, minority’s body.
Straight from the horse’s mouf: Very tasty torta, with moist meat, a nice habanero-based salsa (ordered ‘hot’), pickled onions, and black beans. Pretty much exactly what you would expect if someone said “cochinita pibil” to you. What made it stand out was the bread, which was fantastic. That said, when this sandwich is $12 and a platter of nearly as good cochinita can be had at xni pec for $11 or Chuck’s for $12… I find it hard to say “go get this sandwich”.
If the picture has you on fiend, CG’s suggest you stick up a Walgreen’s, Golden Nugget or something and eat these goodies on comp. Grab us some White Owls while you at it.
Culinary Centerfolds
Chicago Gluttons Flickr Group, efisher, Top Chef Masters, Xoco Chicago
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