royHot Butter on What? Say What? The Popcorn.
What up everyone? Gluttons here with a new section strictly for food heads. Welcome to inagural edition of “You Ain’t Eatin’ It Right.” Today’s epsiode, how to eat movie theater…
Poutine tang at Leopold
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…
Macku will Make You Mouthgasm!
In the Chicago Gluttons hiatus, I have fallen into a deep food funk that rivals Joaquin Phoenix’s spiral into oblivion. Maybe it was the strange weather or maybe it was…
Fishbar Is Not A Thai Brothel
Yeah, I know, we never post anymore. We’re bad at it. Less post than a broke bail bondsman. But we haven’t quit eating–we’re still stacking calories like a shitty tetris…
Get The Duck Outta Here!
There are just some days you feel like stuffing the shit out of your face and Sun Wah provides such a haven, where the Peking duck basically rapes your face,…
Smoke Wit Me, Calumet
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…
Nooooooooooooooooooooooo!
*We’ve started a new feature called Bring It Back. We assume that’s self-explanatory. We Gluttons eat delicious food all the time. Food that makes you dance in your chair and…
I Would Gladly Pay You Tuesday, Motherfucker!
Hey everyone! Did you hear the good news? Our good friend Steven Dolinsky got pink eye? Yeah, he got a little too down with this: Can’t really blame him, all…
Super secretish pseudo-private dining with Sunday Dinner Club
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,…
The Girl, the Goat and the Glutton
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…
Shortrib Naanwich @ Gaztro Wagon
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…
Morels & Ricotta @ North Pond
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…
Cheesus H. Christ.
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…
Last Night A Pig Roast Saved My Life
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…
Frank’s Wild Years
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…
Gluttons on the radio
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 here.
We Win, Bitches!
For reals, thanks for showing your support, Chicago. Now go forth and spread the gluttonous word!
It’s the Bee’s Knees at Dee’s
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…
The Deliciousness VII
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…
Pork Meatballs at Gilt Bar
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…