Background:
It all started when I was 10. Though knowing I was a picky eater, my parents decided to take me to Shogun 22 to celebrate my birthday and introduce me to sushi. But, why would
I eat raw fish? Until that point, I was a horrible eater. My mother would have to prepare me a homemade eggnog with every meal just to make sure I would get enough protein. Regardless, they took a gamble and drew pocket aces in this hand of culinary poker. To this day, my mother retells the story of how on her son's 10th birthday, he ate a little over $100 of sushi. Is she exaggerating? I'm not sure. I was 10, and didn't get a copy of the bill. However, what I
do remember is that there were two business guys in dark suits sitting at the bar. We sat about ten feet from them and watched what they ordered. As they consumed more and more sake, their orders got more and more adventurous. We followed suit minus the sake, and joined in their uncooked antics. I ended up eating and loving all of the standards including jellyfish, sea urchin, and quail egg. Exactly... eggnog to quail egg. Sure they're both raw egg, but at 10 years old, the former
should definitely be more palatable than the latter. Did I hit my head earlier that day? I have no idea why I made this u-turn, but it was to the rejoice of my parents. My father moved here from India in the 70's, and my mother is as an adventurous eater as they come...think female Andrew Zimmern. Out of nowhere, their son could eat whatever heavily spiced, crazy sh*t they ordered at a restaurant or cooked up at home. Before I left home for college, my stomach had already claimed chocolate covered insects, venison, wild boar, rabbit, kangaroo, frog, and most everything else that hopped, leaped, burrowed or scavenged.
Thirteen months ago I thought, "all this just to prepare me for our honeymoon", where I ate squid ink soup that dyed my tongue black in Athens, and lobster sashimi that was cut-at-the-table-and-still-moving in Rome (btw, both Michelin star restaurants). I lamented, "I guess it's over. It can't get better than three weeks in the Mediterranean".
Then, a couple weeks later on August 1st, 2007, my wife and I moved to Chicago. A year to date in the Windy City, and it has hands-down been the best year of eating in my 27 years. What better way to commemorate this glorious year of indulgence, than with a list?
Here are the restaurants I've been to since we moved to Chicago in no particular order:
*denotes return visits
Hop Leaf*
Bon Soiree
Le Bouchon
Blackbird
Les Nomades
Kiki's Bistro
Deleece*
Coast
Blue Fin
Hot Doug's*
Twisted Spoke*
Sultan's Market*
Julius Meinil*
Uru-Swati
Coal Fire*
Duke of Perth*
N(enn-yay)*
Tango Sur
Hachi's Kitchen*
Calvin's BBQ
Tru
Lula*
Jane's
Hot Spot*
Toast*
El Barco*
Vermillion
Shaw's Crab House
Brown Sack*
Jitlada
Sticky Rice*
Smoque*
Babylon*
Cafe La Guardia*
Bhabi's Kitchen
Think*
Kuma's Corner
Weiner Circle
El Nandu
Sol de Mexico
Azucar
Borinquen*
Feast*
Arturo's*
Feed*
Thai Eatery*
Silver Cloud*
Northside Tavern*
Piece*
Pontiac Cafe*
My Pie*
Art of Pizza*
Taqueria Moran*
Frontera Grill
Pot Pan
Penny's Noodles
Cleo's
Poncitlan
Mixteco Grill
Lucia Ristorante
Al's Beef*
Billy Goat
Once Upon a Thai
Ginger's Ale House
Cafe Iberico
Armitage Fast Food
La Bomba
Armitage Shrimp House
Morton's
Hop Haus
Black Beetle
If I forgot any, I'll make an edit later.
Many of the above were based on LTH recommendations...so thank you LTH, and thank you Chicago!
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Sweetbread on August 1st, 2008, 2:02 pm, edited 1 time in total.
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