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As you cross E 47th on South MLK, the words “food blight” become a stark minimization. Put simply, within this corridor, its Subway or fucking starve. This gastronomic dynamic is…
As you cross E 47th on South MLK, the words “food blight” become a stark minimization. Put simply, within this corridor, its Subway or fucking starve. This gastronomic dynamic is…
There is a time and place for a short stack and a couple strips of bacon at your neighborhood spot. This aint fucking it. This is Fat Rice. And if…
Forecast for the weekend: sixty degrees and sunny in late October. Now that’s some apple picking weather, son. No, I did not go all Chauncey on y’all while I was…
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,…
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,…
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…
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…
For reals, thanks for showing your support, Chicago. Now go forth and spread the gluttonous word!
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…