This coming weekend, April 17-18, at UIC Pavillion, my friend Seth Zurer – along with pig meat compatriots Andre Pluess and Michael Griggs – are staging Baconfest, a two-day celebration of all things belly, including bacon from the pig but also perhaps smoked and cured bellies from steers, salmon, and other delicious creatures.
In Door County, on Washington Island, there's a huge Icelandic population. Door County attracts Scandinavians of all kinds, but for some reason, the Icelandic folks seem clustered on this little island. On the island is a bar called Nelson's. What sets Nelson's apart is their trademark beverage: a shot of Angostura Bitters.
My food at Flat Top Grill was always a muddy mess; Carolyn's was always tasty and good because she has a better palate and she has a better sense of what goes with what. This is no fault of Flat Top Grill's.
This coming weekend, at reported on Rivet Radio, a Chicago gaming concern has arranged a match between a dozen or so currently unemployed fighting cocks. These noble birds will be able to do what they were bred to do: fight each other to the death.
This past St. Patrick's Day, we had the worst corned beef. Ever. What we had was a grass-fed uncured corned beef. It was more expensive than our usual corned beef, and not nearly as red or as fatty-looking. Or as tasty.