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ELV generally gets about as excited about mittel-European food as he does about Dancing with the Has-Beens.
But what’s going on at Forte* is too good to ignore.
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ELV generally gets about as excited about mittel-European food as he does about Dancing with the Has-Beens.
But what’s going on at Forte* is too good to ignore.
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Chicago. City of Big Shoulders. Home to improbable icons, loveable losers and total jerks embraced by its denizens with unswerving affection.
Much of their food and restaurants get the same treatment. Blind loyalty mixed with undeserved devotion to unworthy subjects. Continue reading “Chicago, Chicago that Hot Dog Toddlin’ Town”
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“It’s about friggin’ time,” was all ELV could think to himself as he took bite after bite of terrific tapas at the newly minted, completely overhauled Bar + Bistro downtown. Some of the items cost as little as four bucks (for fantastically-fried sweet potato fries), and everything tastes like there’s someone who cares about it in the kitchen (unlike some other “tapas” bars around town).