Glunz Show

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As the beer buyer for the empire, I attended my second annual Glunz beer show. The first person I saw inside the door was Max, who managed Xoco before me. He is my beer guru.

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After talking to Tom at Saugatuck Brewing about bringing in their fresh serrano amber ale on draft at Frontera, I beelined to the 5 Rabbit booth. Sonia showed me the prototype can for their agua fresca wheat beers, called paletas.

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I told Sonia about my fifth grade gifted program project on the Aztecs, and my current reading of the myth of Quetzalcoatl. The god of the midday sun, he brought humankind the knowledge of the gods. In the early American mythology, agriculture and culture culture are tied together, as a higher level of thinking attributed to the gods. Quetzalcoatl brought the people corn, art, chocolate and more.

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Team Frontera represented well at this year’s show!

Honey Butter Fried Chicken

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On Saturday it was seventy degrees for the first time since the beginning of October. That’s almost a full six months. The energy in the city was wild. The next day a low pressure system brought the temperature back down. On a rainy Sunday, Etta and I went to the late afternoon showtime for Noah, directed by Darren Aronofsky. I had listened to the podcast On Point with Tom Ashbrook about the meaning of the Great Flood, and hadn’t stopped thinking about it since. I can stop thinking about it now: we should of gone to see the Grand Hotel Budapest per the recommendation of Mrs. Yak and Aunty.

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After the movie, Etta recommended we pick up Honey Butter Fried Chicken: we had both heard good things. It’s funny, the Chicago food critics who decry the saturation of new chicken restaurants. Newsflash: people like to eat chicken. And I don’t mind paying more, say high twenties for 8 pieces, because I know Honey Butter Fried Chicken is getting well-treated chickens. I want my chickens happy alive, delicious after death, and Honey Butter does that. I thought the drumstick would be the main event, but the juicy thigh stole the show with its bonelessness.

The sides were good too. I really like the spicy mac and cheese (spiral noodles). The schmaltzy (chicken fat) mashed potatoes were sickeningly schmaltzy, in a good way. The kale slaw cut the schmaltz back. Still, I could handle at most 2 chicken pieces in a serving. I also ate Honey Butter’s salty cookie and brownie: I love the salt with the sweet, so I was a big fan. That night they were out of dump cake. This is rich food, even before the honey butter goes on. And it goes on.

Hatchway to Spring

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I am under a lot of pressure at work due to the brutal winter’s effect on sales. Year to date we are several percentage points down. It is depressing to be in a hole and have to dig your way out. The weather certainly hasn’t helped my mood.

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The third floor above Xoco used to be the entry point for the roof: it was a vacant office. The building owners (they own a lot of buildings in River North) decided to renovate. The roof was inaccessible during construction: then I found out the stairwell had been demolished. Last week the temperatures started to climb, and a group of chefs and managers led by Carlos took an alternative route, up a maintenance stairwell and out a hatch, into the sunlight of spring. It was not an easy climb but we got back on top.

Edzo’s Part Deux

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Whitney, Oliver and I went to Edzo’s for a manager power lunch. Having only eaten at the original Edzo’s, and with Xoco Wicker Park coming soon, I was curious to see the if the high quality and consistency carried over to the second Edzo’s.

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I was very impressed! The man running the burger shop was not Eddie Larkin, but he was on point, personable, warm and a great communicator. I went with an original patty Spicy Sconnie: the meat blanketed in Merkt’s cheese, chile and caramelized onions. I also got a side of buffalo fries and a salted caramel milkshake.

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Oliver said he wished the burger was a little bigger: he got a grass-fed single. It’s great to see the sustainable meat option for a few dollars more. Later on that night, Oliver reported his digestion continued until 8:30PM (sounds about right for me too).

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The spirit and ambience of the original Edzo’s lives in the Lincoln Park space: the colors, art and antique sodapop and burger pieces would not be out of place in Edzo’s Evanston. The quality and consistency were the same, with a colorful personality at the helm.

Edzo’s got the sequel thing right!

Nico Osteria

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I had brunch at Nico with Etta and Leslie. The bottom line: come for the food and service and enjoy Viagra Triangle people watching. There were moneyed folk about on a sunny spring Sunday.

Wrinkly men wore futuristic frames and I did a double take to check if it was Google glass. An older woman dined solo in a Sunday hat befit for the Queen of England. On the street well heeled families pulled by in horse drawn buggies. Tiny pure breed pups swaddled in handbag papooses looked out to the small park at State, Rush, and Bellvue, and then up to the face of their owners with pleading googly eyes.

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The dining room and raw bar where we sat was bathed in afternoon sunlight, with windows facing the famous triangle named for erectile disfunction. If the little blue pill doesn’t work as advertised, I think Nico’s brunch pastries may do the trick. I felt the love for the best chocolate croissant, and other juicy flaky goods, one containing salty ham. On the side is vanilla honey, cannoli filling and one other dipping sauce: I ate mostly the cannoli filling and honey.

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If I wasn’t “in public” I would have eaten all the cannoli filling and vanilla honey. In the presence of elites, I put forth my most civilized manners and waited for my egg sandwich.

The server, who with his assistant busser were a flawless team, informed me all about the interesting Italian named caper / anchovies aioli on my egg sandwich. It balanced the rich, fatty roasted pork very well. He also told me how the pork is made in house: I remember that it’s brined, wrapped around the loin, roasted off.

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Ladies loved the beef tongue and hangar steak. The music was terrific: some tune from Bob Dylan’s self portrait got stuck in my head. Can’t wait to be back for dinner (and actually try some Italian seafood!)

Sticky Rice Chiang Mai

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Flash forward twelve years: now I’m a restaurant manager and live in West town. McDonald’s has been remodeled, adding a second drive thru lane. The Bizmark is gone. Allan Stagg is dead (RIP… the tradition carries on with Nick michaels’ Deep End). The Bloomingdale Trail is becoming an elevated park and the bridge part over Western has mysteriously vanished. Dunkin donuts is Sticky Rice Chiang Mai.

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The bottom line is that good Thai food has arrived, and they deliver. Although not to West Town. The original Sticky Rice up north by Irving Park is a welcoming yellow inside and out: Sticky Rice Chiang Mai is named after a Northern Thai city and it’s interior is paneled in brown wood.

The food Etta and I ate (grilled squid, egg noodles in yellow curry, mango sticky rice) was delicious: the best Thai in the neighborhood.

Alley Sunset

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First of all, when did the city tear down the Bloomingdale trail bridge over Western Ave? What does it mean?

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I remember dish washing at the Union League Club back in 2002. I lived on Artesian near the Bizmark, a fast food place. I would walk to the Western blue line and stop at what is now Sticky Rice Chiang Mai for a Dunkin donuts coffee. On the late night train ride home I would listen to Allan Stagg’s Sanctuary and stop at the 24 hour McDonald’s for a double cheeseburger.

Tiger at Night, Early Spring

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I started riding my bike again. After the winter we had the streets are broken up with potholes. I already bent the frame of my front wheel when a bottle shattered in the spokes. Glacial remnants still lurk in the shadows I ride past.

Mechanical Keyboard

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I upgraded my gaming setup in the hope that it will better my Quake 2 skills. I bought a very large mouse pad and a mechanical keyboard: these join the mouse my friend Rusty helped me pick out last year. The mechanical keyboard makes the exact same clicking sounds that drove my mom nuts back in the late nineties. It’s either the rig of an elite gamer or a very old man: watch out Q2CTF!

End of Winter Farm Dinner

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In Alabama, the trees’ red buds are out and some are even covered in pink flowers. Spring is arriving, and the temperature was in the fifties, sometimes even sixties in sunlight. When I got back to Chicago it was 19 degrees F and I was confused.

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Etta and I went for a romantic end of winter dinner at Lula Cafe. I love going to their farm dinners to mark seasonal change, or to celebrate the height of a particular growing season. In this case, I thought it would help me regain my Midwest bearings.

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The starter was soft and luscious poached black cod, served in a steamer basket, over sauteed dark greens, with aioli and black garlic. The entree was braised veal cheek: an ingredient my sister would have been happy to know I’d never eaten. She won’t be so happy now. It was falling apart delicious, with aromatic, earthy, crunchy carrots, rich jus and perfectly cooked grains.

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We added Meyer lemon tart to the farm dinner dessert of olive oil panna cotta. The panna cotta was jiggly and creamy, with cookie crunch and pistachio notes, the perfect end for most, but not this beast. My second dessert of Meyer lemon tart was even better, half frozen, with the tang of goat’s milk caramel and candied citrus.

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We passed the Logan eagle on the way to the train. It was still light out, a good sign after a 3 course dinner that started at 6:30PM, three days before the vernal equinox.

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