White tablecloth, white paper, two plates, two water glasses, two wine glasses, four forks, two knives, two spoons, two napkin rolls, copper salt and pepper shakers. 110 E. Pearson St., 312.266.3110
On the table: Bistro 110
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Superdawg…soon
A brand new year has me pondering the things I plan to accomplish, and what I’ve yet to do…like blog about Superdawg. I guess it’s more of a summertime destination what with the A & W-style ordering from the car window, but I’ve been craving the place like mad so watch for a post…”not known for” suggestions are welcome…tamales anyone?
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Sabrage with Seger
One of my New Year’s resolutions is to work on my fearlessness, and my goal was put to the test at Chicago mixologist Adam Seger’s annual New Year’s Day gumbo extravaganza. Every year, Seger invites his foodie friends to soak up the best homemade hangover grub ever: A massive batch of spicy pheasant gumbo, beef chili, and some of the tastiest barbecue ribs I’ve ever tried complements of Twisted Spoke owner Mitch Einhorn. Being a New Year’s Day celebration at a mixologist’s abode, there were bottles of fantastic wines and Champagne literally everywhere, a number of which were mysteriously missing their tops, lopped off by Seger and some of his braver guests. By lopped, I mean “sabered”—a trick I had seen done before but never had the courage to try. The bottle-opening “sabrage” technique was said to be done by Napoleon’s soldiers, and is still used today as a spirits spectacle. When Seger handed me a chilled (very important) bottle of Agrest de Guitard Cava Brut nature 1998 and a Chinatown meat cleaver, I had no choice but to give it a shot. He showed me how to find the “seams” in the bottle, how to hold it from the bottom at a 45-degree angle and how to relax before taking two trial swipes across the body of the bottle with the dull side of the knife. The third swipe involved following through on the pressure point and sending the top clean off its neck and into the air, safely towards the wall, shedding nary a drop of Champagne. It’s easier than it looks, but I recommend consulting Seger or another highly trained mixologist before trying this technique on your own. And like opening any bottle of bubbly, be sure to point it away from guests, windows, etc.. No one got a photo of the actual sabering, but the bottle and sabered aftermath are pictured above.
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Mystery art
The chicken vs. egg debate enters the abstract in the paintings at what Chicago brunch spot? Guess correctly for a chance to be a guest blogger on elizabites.
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On the table: Avec
Four plates, four cloth napkins, four knives, four forks, bowl or salt, bowl of black pepper. 615 W. Randolph St., 312.377.2002
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Chick-fil-A
This week my friend and local writer Amalie blogged about miniature horses, the cool kids of Louisville and Chick-fil-A. The mere mention of this chicken sandwich haven brings back Milwaukee Northridge Mall food-court memories of my 12-year-old self furiously debating between Sbarro and that baked potato place (the name escapes me, anyone?). Of course, I had to save room for a 730-calorie Cinnabon, so Chick-fil-A always won out. I love grilled chicken sandwiches, but most fast food versions use suspect chicken breasts that are bland, dry and rubbery. But Chick-fil-A always tasted fresher and more flavorful, probably due to the hand-breading and extra seasoning, and they pretty much set the precedent for the perfect waffle fry. Eventually Northridge Mall closed up shop, taking Spencer’s Gifts and Ponderosa Steakhouse with it, as well as Chick-fil-A. From a quick search on their surprisingly comprehensive Web site, it looks like the closest location might be in Racine, but Amalie swears by an Indiana location she frequents. I’m down to road trip it to either one. Cinnabon on the other hand? Not sure I could still stomach..
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The best eats of ’08
Holy carbs. To think this face-stuffing extravaganza (food porn, one friend dubbed it) I call elizabites has made it six months, leaving a hefty trail of calories, dining bills, satisfied dining companions, and valet tickets in its wake. I loaded up on red velvet cupcakes, and had to trek to Milwaukee to find a ridiculous steak fit for a king. I fell in love with new restaurants like Mado, The Bristol and Urban Belly, gushed over old standbys like Milk and Honey and Le Bouchon, and developed a relentless addiction to Berry Chill. I schleped out to Downer’s Grove for steamed hot dogs, attempted to uncover the mystery that is Duk’s, and prayed fervently to the duck sausage at a temple of encased meats. But there’s so much more to digest in Chicago and beyond as I plan to take elizabites to Chile in January, Las Vegas in March, New York City in May and more. Watch for posts from these destinations as well as usual updates from Milwaukee and other hidden Wisconsin gems. Look for more guest bloggers, head-scratching mystery posts, tabletops, reviews and a redesign in the coming months. Thanks for reading, commenting, linking and generally keeping up with the bloat-fest… I raise a Saint’s Alp almond milk tea to you. Here’s to even better bites in 2009!
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Mystery mural
There are several of these murals on the walls at what Chicago cafe?

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