Indie Cafe, your Pan-Asian cooking style is sorry! You make my bowels pour curry juice from poor preparation technique in kitchen. Your food is not worth two dolla. Indie Cafe, rick my barrs. For serious, like most of you, I desperately tried to enjoy this place. I...
Man, I'm sick of all this Michael Jackson shit. It sure would be nice for the media to get over it already. Motherfucker wasn't Jesus. . he was actually creepy as hell and had a pet chimp. A fucking chimp! It's not like Michael doesn't deserve some respect, but what is this...
Back in the 1920's, Fred R. Barnard jacked the adage A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words from an old Chinese proverb. Now, like 40 Acres and a Mule, Gluttons are taking that shit back. Yea, that's right, we started a Flickr group for you to get down like Julie Brown n'...
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The weather this spring has been absolute horseshit, but that hasn't stopped Gluttons from hitting the road like Kerouac. When the days get long, we get hungry for other people's food. So we decided last weekend to head East for a minute. We flew into Dulles Airport early,...
Thought I was dead? Nah, babies. But honestly, this recession has my funds locked up tighter than a Catholic high school girls punnany on prom night. I'm definitely looking more like Tyrone Biggums these days...sans crack. Gotta keep eating though. Thank Sweet Jesus...
Volo Wine Bar has got shit locked down. It is labeled as “New American” cuisine, but I have my own label: tasty ass ish. Some of the flavors I have experienced and the little touches make Volo--dare I say--the best Chicago dining experience I have ever had. To my fellow...
[caption id="" align="alignleft" width="600" caption="This post is brought to you by Cathy."][/caption] I first visited The Bristol like a week after it opened. I really wanted to love it, especially since an acquaintance of mine works in the kitchen and talked it up a bit...
Cafe Luigi, Calo, Coal Fire, Connie's. And that's just the fucking c's. Damn fam...there is HELLA pizza joints in this town. So many spots that make they sauce too sweet, crust too doughy, and fuck with ingredients that would even make Ron Jeremy's dick soft. But, its...
OK guys check it out, there is a new king of burgers in town and it aint this creepy motherfucker: That's right fellow lard asses, Five Guys is officially up in our shit. You're probably thinking: "But Roy, what about Kumas? They got fried eggs and shit!" First...
Many stories have been told throughout the restaurateur and food review scene about hush mouth, underground alley side joints. Even The Wrestler couldn't help you get into some of these places. In Chicago, these dining rooms represent the epicenter of the food...
Yea, Curtis Mayfield said it best: right on for that darkness. No doubt, if I could have shit my way on the daily, Id skip on breakfast and lunch to gorge my orifices with items offa unlimited selection of dinner plates. Something like Old Country Buffet without the sub-par...
Fact: Fidel Castro has a beard and Cuban food is delicious. Fellow Glutton, Rin Rin and I rolled up on this joint and were immediately greeted by the spicy sounds of Cuban music blaring from the speakers at the entrance. This was the type of music that brings out the Gloria...
Word is bond, my CG colleague Marilyn Lee, has been hollerin about meatloaf in cupcake form for at least the past 8-months. Don't try and tell ole girl that there isn't some sort of Nanny Cam set up in her personal space snatching up culinary aspirations like some Rudy...
Keeping up with the food game these days can wear a mu'fucker out. I've been meaning to step down to Archer Heights for birria since last summer, I can't stop hoping that the katsu don at Sunshine Cafe is the gooey comfort food we hunted down in Tokyo, and, even though it's like...
So the other Tuesday night, the ole’ ball n’ chain and I had a craving for decapod crustaceans. And what better way to scratch that itch than to eat at Glenn’s Diner? Why you ask? Because it’s effing all you can eat Crab Legs night—that’s why! (not all you...
My black ass learned a minute ago to NEVER prejudge a restaurant just because it's located in a strip mall (see CG San Soo Gap San post). Pan-Asia's freshest chop house in Chi-City, Urban Belly (UB), nestles into the company of a restaurant pool which is content with calling...
The first time Gluttons ate Peruvian food, we stumbled into it after hoofing it around the empty streets of some Madrid neighborhood one Sunday morning a few years ago. We were up grandma early cuz of the time change and hungry as goldfish cuz on US of A time it was lunchbox...
Here's to the Swine That Animal Divine who through Mud and Slime Grit and Grime Gorges over Time Into Meats Divine The Publican When Chicago Gluttons caught rumor that Paul Kahan and his boy Brian Houston (masterminds of Blackbird and Avec) were forming...
[caption id="attachment_566" align="alignnone" width="500" caption="Which is it? A Cuban Restaurant or the Mess Hall for Ringling Bros."][/caption] I recently came to the revelation that my Grandfather (a.k.a. PaPa) was a fantastic cook. His cooking ability was not...
