The Bloodhound Gang was right, getting your Waffle House hash browns smothered1 and covered2 is the way to go. (See The Bad Touch.)
In any case, being in Nashville this weekend has allowed me to go to a Waffle House sober for the first time. Since I am a big fan of greasy food, [...]
After weeks of telling me that I should go, I finally gave into Liz’s demands and tried out the gyro melt at CND Gyros at 205 E. Grand Ave. Basically, it was a patty melt (which is NOTHING like a cheeseburger, Ian!) with gyro meat. It may be one of the best things [...]
Beer Battered Deep Fried Bacon Double Quarter Pounder
Really, the name of the link says it all. I stand in awe, also, in hunger.
Last night, Sarah and I watched Fever Pitch. The movie was a light romantic comedy and was entertaining. It has Jimmy Fallon as an insane RedSox fan and his relationship with a woman and how the two mix and match, or don’t as the case may be.
Anyway, a lot of the movie takes place in [...]
I am a giant sandwich fetishist.
Today’s “What Would Dave Eat?” comes to us via Boing Boing: Sandwich cost $47, has 30,000 calories.
There’s really not much more to say than that.
Billy Goat will feel right at home in Washington
The joint is on the ground floor of the National Association of Realtors building, and when you walk outside you can see the Capitol dome.
The association’s headquarters is in Chicago, and the Goat has been sitting in the belly of its building at 430 N. Michigan since [...]
In the Chicago Tribune’s food section today was a recipie for bacon-fried corn. It actually sounds really good, but what doesn’t when made with bacon. I reprint it here for two reasons 1) so I don’t lose it and 2) so MARK NOTARUS, who has eaten bacon-wrapped bacon, can see it.
Bacon-fried corn
Preparation time: [...]
On Wednesday, Dave and I ran over to the Taste of Chicago for lunch. (I link to the Sun-Times site because its much much better than the city’s web page for the Taste. So goofy.) We’ve been doing it every year we’ve been working nearby, so we didn’t want to break a [...]
There’s a joke in here somewhere about committing cheeseburgers, I’m just not sure what it is.