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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…
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…
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…
Leo’s begins the long voyage across Lake Michigan to Chicago In 1984, when I was a just a shorty with a banana seat bicycle, I cared about one thing and…
Trotsky, Guevara, Levski, Mao Zedong, Spartacus. If the first few weeks of business at Revolution Brewing are any indication of what is to be expected in the years to come,…
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…
2009 is done, son! Time to pick our favorite restaurants of the year. Roy Big Star Nearly the same great pastor taste of El Tizconcito but full of non-eating hipsters…
It’s December in Chicago, which means temperatures are dipping lower than Patrick Swayze’s white blood cell count. Time to get out your soups spoons, gluttons. Roy already pushed matzo ball.…
Whiskey. Tacos. Tostadas. Shakes. In Chicago, Big Star is now as synonymous to Tex-Mex as Dulcelandia is to Chicano Candy-land. Paul Kahan (Blackbird, Publican, Avec + dickEverest of James Beard…
Aaaaaannd . . we’re back. Sorry about that little hiatus faithful readers, we were on a diet. Now that I’ve widdled my man boobs down to a supple B-cup we…
Chicago’s a food town. We love food like Lenny loves Carl. We love food so much we took Wisconsin’s lunch money and spent it on Gobstoppers. Our fat souls have…
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,…
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…
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,…
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…
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…
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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…
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…
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…