Bongo Room…Eat with Caution
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…
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…
Bevin back in this! After popping out 7 kids, Moms finally decided to get that hysterectomy on, so I had to play nurse while her pussy healed… Fuck all that…
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,…
To the surprise of nearly everyone involved, ChicagoGluttons.com has been nominated for “Best Indie Food Blog” by Time Out Chicago. Guys, we want this . . . we’re not sure…
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…
Its been 20K Leagues since CG has doled out shine for those who share in gluttony. This week, we suss belly with the real from KidItamae who gets blasted by…
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…
Matzo ball soup at The Bagel is softer than the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man's testicles.
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…
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…
When I moved here, I stayed with my Aunt Lucinda who has a spot in La Grange Park. On Sunday afternoons, after 6 hours of sweaty Baptist church service, we’d…
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…
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…
One huge ass onion ring, two slices of ham, a breaded pork cutlet, two strips of bacon, two fried eggs, covered in gruyere, all on a brioche bun….yowza! Human beings…
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,…
A CG flickr “cemitas” description from bindifry: Spit roasted pork sandwich with queso fresco, avocado spread & chipotle mole sauce. It’s served on a sesame style torta bun. Unique regional…
Sup Big Shoulders! I got 99 problems but a crab aint one… Fanny pack touting tourists who insist on calling Chicago “Chi-Town” love to talk shit about our seafood. It…