germuska wrote:From that, I think my recommendation for best blend of cheapness, closeness, and greatness is TAC Quick.
bstaff1901 wrote:
Do you have a favorite above the rest?
YourPalWill wrote:Solid diner food abounds on Broadway in Lakeview. Stella's and Melrose both come to mind. Avoid Frances is Lincoln Park. For the life of me, I can never figure out why that place, with it's bland food, is always packed.
germuska wrote:Oh yeah, you can get a pretty good slice at Cafe Luigi. Derived wisdom from posts here on the board is that they are one of the few places in Chicago that really sells "New York Style" pizza.
Cafe Luigi
2548 N Clark St, Chicago, IL
(773) 404-0200
YourPalWill wrote:Da Beef made me aware of a little wing joint on Clark, in Lincoln Park, a few months back that may well make Chicago's best wings though there's not a beer to be found in the place.It doesn't look like much from the outside.
Care to share the name with us?
JLenart wrote:YourPalWill wrote:Da Beef made me aware of a little wing joint on Clark, in Lincoln Park, a few months back that may well make Chicago's best wings though there's not a beer to be found in the place.It doesn't look like much from the outside.
Care to share the name with us?
Ramon wrote:Today, by chance, I found myself in reasonable proximity to Da Beef’s rec of House of Wings. The parking gods smiled on me as I found a spot right in front with time on the meter.
The interior is cramped, (3) micro tables with a couple of stools along the counter window. Aside from the wings, the typical dog, beef, etc was offered. The oldster was manning the register and one other worked in back cleaning celery with care.
Wings are offered single, double, or party order. A single order is $5.25 for eight pieces or $5.75 for “crispy” -- they could be ordered buffalo or BBQ. I immediately appreciated the fact that celery and blue cheese or ranch came with the order and they described the quantity in terms of “pieces” and not “wings” as others obfuscate. There was no heat level specification offered.
There was no line as I placed my single order for crispy buffalo ranch (I know I know). I sat in a stool and watched said oldster shuffle off to work. The wings went in the deep fryer, and I amused myself with a pencil puzzle I keep in my back pocket for just such occasions. Several others placed orders for non-wing fare as I bided my time. After checking, meticulously, several times, the wings were plopped into a Tupperware-like container. Some sauce was precisely squirted onto the chicken. A top was affixed with some fasteners and said oldster began to shake the wings. He made sure to shake them to the east, west, north, and south – upside down, sideways, and aright. He was almost dancing. He removed the securing mechanisms, found something amiss, resecured and danced some more.
The wings were placed in the standard three compartment cardboard container along with many celery pieces, a container of decent dressing, two wet naps, and a hard candy mint. I wanted to shout stop as the container went with care into a plastic bag that he tied in one of those ways I can’t figure out – but I was stuck in the moment – I also knew I pack cold steal that could make quick work of those fiendish plastic bag tie-ers.
Total wait time (14) minutes that I did not find excruciating. Still plenty of time on the parking meter. Enough time to whip out the camera. I wish digital cameras made that cool auto-film-advance sound as I coaxed my model to be her sexy self. Maybe I need another hobby.
The wings were quite meaty. Any more and the skin/fat to meat ratio would suffer. They were cooked to perfection – I’m leary of them undercooked and well done is a disaster. The sauce definitely tasted “buffalo” flavor. A bit of vinegar, a bit of heat, a bit sweet, though it lacked much butter flavor. The wings were crisp from a light coating of corn starch (?). They were delicious and the celery particularly fresh and cool. A winner all around.
In the great chicken wing pantheon that exists in the gullet of my mind’s eye Buffalo Joe’s, at the top of its game, still reigns supreme, though the wings were never as meaty. I might wish for a bit more heat and oleo from House of Wings, but considering the great care and pride put into the product, and the end result, I wish to change my mind.
House of Wings
2447 N Clark
773-929-9421
M-Th 11-9
F-S: 11-3
Sun: 12-8
Delivery offered
-ramon
chgoeditor wrote:YourPalWill wrote:Solid diner food abounds on Broadway in Lakeview. Stella's and Melrose both come to mind. Avoid Frances is Lincoln Park. For the life of me, I can never figure out why that place, with it's bland food, is always packed.
And I'd say just the opposite. Stella's is good, Melrose is blah and Frances is worth checking out. But as with any restaurant, it depends on what you order. I'm partial to the turkey reuben at Frances, and haven't eaten anything else on the menu. I had a really good Chinese chicken salad at Stella's recently. While I realize there's nothing authentic about that dish (it's neither Chinese nor a "diner" dish), I was impressed with the chicken...I usually find white meat chicken to be tough and dry, but this was tender and tasty.
whiskeybent wrote:Care to share the name with us?
I'm assuming they're referencing House of Wing at Clark & Fullerton. Not the greatest wings I've ever had, and not even true buffalo wings. They have an asian tang to them which is okay, but unexpected for anyone who thinks they're going to get some BW3 or Buff Joes.
To be genuinely cuckoo about it, I use as my marker Facets. If I'm west of Facets Cinematheque (1517 W Fullerton), then I go to Honey 1. If I'm east of Facets, then it's TAC Quick. If I'm at Facets, which 9/10 times is the case if I'm in that neighborhood, I stand around and take 30 minutes to decide until I'm so hungry I've come undone and can barely navigate to either place.