LAST SUPPER: WON KIM
The Question: You have one meal left in your life. You can eat whatever your want. What’s your last supper? The Eater: Chef Won Kim (aka Stephen Kim, aka Revise…
The Question: You have one meal left in your life. You can eat whatever your want. What’s your last supper? The Eater: Chef Won Kim (aka Stephen Kim, aka Revise…
As you cross E 47th on South MLK, the words “food blight” become a stark minimization. Put simply, within this corridor, its Subway or fucking starve. This gastronomic dynamic is…
Ay yo, that peanut butter jelly be the jam / I wash it down with almond milk, Almond Breeze or Silk, whatever brand Trader Joe’s they cost the least /…
There is a time and place for a short stack and a couple strips of bacon at your neighborhood spot. This aint fucking it. This is Fat Rice. And if…
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…
Oh beautiful land that connects the Dan Ryan Expressway and the Indiana Tollway right under the illustrious Chicago Skyway. You nestle the pristine waters of the Calumet River in your…
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For reals, thanks for showing your support, Chicago. Now go forth and spread the gluttonous word!
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…
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…
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…
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Pregunta: What the eff is huarache, joe? Respuesta: Masa as fresh as Rappers Delight, stuck into a grimy ass tortilla press, all jammed together by frijoles fritos, cousin. You could…
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…
Now girls step up to this One simple lick, and its ova Miss Sold to nice dreamers, high as the price seem Girlfriend, youve been scooped like ice cream Competition,…
So you enjoy a savory breakfast with eggs sunny side up, ham on the bone and some biscuits and gravy. I get it. But how could you deny the sweetness…
Yall remember Goober’s PB&J? Well, food combinations just veered further left with the introduction of the Goober Burger which was flicked by BrainHagy on a recent vaca to the ‘Sota.…