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 looking like Teddy …
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 …
The phrase ‘underground dinner club’ conjures images of smoke-filled gated mansions you need a password to access. A masked string quartet plays chamber music as a fiendishly grinning, impeccably dressed, crowd is served a Cornish game hen stuffed inside of a duck stuffed...
Shortly after hearing that Top Chef: Chicago winner Stephanie Izard’s new joint, the highly anticipated Girl and the Goat, had opened, I rushed to get my reservation and still waited about three weeks for an 8 PM spot. The hype machine in Chicago dining spools up mighty...
From the Board of Trade to the Western Blue Line, Ravenswood down to River North...Matt Maroni's 'curbside solution for your hunger' is hotter than Silly Bandz and Kanye's bitch ass twitter feed (you didn't actually think we would drive traffic there, did you?). So much naan...
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...
Hello Glutton's readers, naw we aint dead we've been trapped in the walk in freezer at the Long John Silver's in Schaumburg. Television was right, it IS a great way to work out petty differences. I also learned that frozen hush puppies taste nearly the same. Anyhoo, I got...
[caption id="" align="alignnone" width="600" caption="full facial"][/caption]How do you officially kick summer off? If you've ever been to a Eastern European pig roast, you don't need to ask that question. Ask chef Dan Kordula how long hes been roasting pig and he'll...
Growing up, if someone had had the chutzpa to tell me I'd one day live within a 2 mile radius of not one, not two, but TWO gourmet hot dog restaurants, I'd have called him a liar and nut-punched him. Who gives little kids unobtainable dreams like that? Now, us north-siders...
Gluttons on the radio Thursday morning (04/15) at 10 AM. Outside the Loop Radio on WLUW 88.7. Segment will be archived after it airs. Check it! UPDATE: archived...
For reals, thanks for showing your support, Chicago. Now go forth and spread the gluttonous...
Next muhfucka who asks me if I decided to open my own soul food restaurant is gonna get to know my dull blade called Sammy Three Cuts. For serious, go ahead and do a Google search for Dee's Place. Experiencing internet browsing malaise? Let me get that for you. Other...
Basking under unseasonably pleasant March temps, a thick contingent developed on a creaky front porch deep within Albany Park. A couple heads pulled out American Spirits and resh as we got lifted by the anticipation of it all. Inside, the living room was knee deep in...
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...
I love Breakfast. I will have breakfast at anytime of the day, anywhere, and in most circumstances, cooked by anyone. From greasy spoons after the bar, to champagne brunches on Sunday, breakfast is everyone’s friend. Bongo Room lies somewhere between the two poles of...
