Yes. I’m aware that we are Chicago Gluttons. Listen, grab some krew, rip some MP3’s of Prince and drive your ass to Minneapolis playa.
Feel free to skip the Bama infested Mall of America.
Yessir, drank that whiskey all night in Uptown Mpls, and in the mornang, head DT to Hell’s Kitchen for Salvation Sunday (gospel does play in the dining rooms).
Correct! That’s the effin wait staff rockin out PAJAMAS. Excuse tha flat mid-west booty shot from behind my fresh squeezed pink grapefruit juice.
We heard about “bison delicatessens” under the lights of the city, but damn, didn’t expect these old, corn fed WASPS to bring it like they did. We hit it hard, starting off with the toasted sausage bread:
Hell’s Kitchen makes all they own condiments. Everything from the hot sauce to the ketchup as well as the infamous peanut butter with extra chunks. The bread is a mix of homemade bison sausage, toasted walnuts, black currants, BLACK COFFEE and assorted spices.
Hot and moist. Putting on condiments was like decorating the Christmas tree.
Upping the meat anty, we grabbed the bison sausage, which was comprised of lean bison meat, pure maple syrup and spices.
Oh, and the goddamn slab-o-ham. A slow roasted cut of pit ham grilled over open flame.
Neanderthals hollerd as we took deep bites.
Both of the plates came with the redockulous bed of rosti potatoes. A mixture of cured bacon pieces, fresh scallions, garlic, goodness etc., then sauteed in sweet butter.
This is not a frugal breakfast by any means. They aint Denny’s and they don’t have ‘Nugget’ in the name. It fathoms me how breakfast came to be “cheap”. As others have lamented, we are eager to drop bills on dinner with a quickness…Why not breakfast?
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I am originally from MPLS. Love, love, love Hell’s Kitchen!
If you get a chance, check out the Town talk diner on Lake St.
Hope you are having fun, it’s a terrific city!
Vic,
No longer in The Sota…but damn, that was a culinary treat. People in Chicago need to stop thinking healthy and start thinking HEARTY.