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At CG, the job description states, “candidate must be willing to rap mad shit, speak on the goodness and fulfill other duties as assigned.” Written next to all the analogies…
At CG, the job description states, “candidate must be willing to rap mad shit, speak on the goodness and fulfill other duties as assigned.” Written next to all the analogies…
Black market seasonings. State of the art pressure cooking. 10 joynts for $10. Good Lord Christ. It’s a dark/white meat slumber party!! a.k.a. Annette’s Broaster To Go. Consider your lame…
Aint no half steppin hurr…the combo of golden french fries topped with cheese curds and brown gravy woes gluttons like a meth additiction. And full fuck yeas to our girl…
Don’t go because of all the hype. Don’t go beacuse their food program focuses on craft beer and pork. Don’t go hoping to give Paul Kahn a B.J. in the…
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,…
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…
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…
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,…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
I recently came to the revelation that my Grandfather (a.k.a. PaPa) was a fantastic cook. His cooking ability was not attributable to the best recipes or a pantry full of…
Sup CG fam!…Its been a minute. My ass was kept at bay due to a recent B&E at “Darwensi’s Nest.” A few items got-got, including my better half: the Canon…
When I was in college, I rarely told people that I grew up in Indianapolis. Then my fam moved to NOVA, and I was quick to rep a city that…
As you may have guessed, Chicago Gluttons primarily reps people of various colors. Take heed dough; we aint no puh ass, pigeon feeding fools. Be it hot dogs or foie…
So how fresh can fresh get? I guess it would have to be on some “only Jesus touched this shit and now I am eating it.” Of course, with farmers…
Yall know bout those Big Johnson tees. About 15 years ago, all the heads who didn’t buy Senor Frogs or Hypercolor gear rocked this dumb shit. Regardless of the fact…
I just got back from Africa, so for dinner, I was looking for something a bit extraordinary. Well, I met my maker at Crisp in East Lakeview. Time Out Chicago…