A poor excuse to eat out, I know. But on this, the cusp of baseball—nay, Chicago—history, where can a gal get a good goat dish to bring home? Preferably near the Kedzie or Kimball brown lines or Belmont/Addison/Irving Park blue lines. Does not have to pair well with Jaegermeister.
I want to have a good body, but not as much as I want dessert. ~ Jason Love
There is no pie in
Nighthawks, which is why it's such a desolate image. ~ Happy Stomach
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