In my ongoing series on my recent trip to Chicago, I would like to show you some of the things I put in my mouth.
The journey begins in the airport at Austin, where I have an early morning breakfast that consists of the most expensive and worst tasting breakfast taco I’ve ever bought.
You can clearly see the slice of American cheese.
Looking for some Chicago-style pizza, we wander into a restaurant that actually has "pizza" in its title, only to discover that they don’t actually serve pizzas at all. They do have this pizza pot-pie, that’s all the fixings for a pizza baked in a dish, and then inverted onto your plate.
The Mexican groceries in Chicago appear functionally identical to the ones in Austin. But Julia, the food-frakking deputy, pointed out these series of advertisements for Jell-o dishes.
Near where we were staying there was a Mediterranean grocery and bakery. So I bought this flatbread straight out of the oven, and then we smeared it with labna, some sort of yogurt thing.
The flatbread was about the size of an extra-large pizza and piping hot. One of the biggest mistakes I’ve made in a while was not buying two of them.
I also got this "traditional floss-style halvah."
Imagine cotton candy flavored like pistachios and sesame paste.
These Turkish cookie things prove once again, that only America should be allowed to make cheap cream-filled cookies.
Then Ms. Thora took Julia and me to see a meat and sausage shop in the Lincoln Plaza area.
They had a bowl of turkey necks right out on the counter. They were only 50cents each!
Yum! Julia satisfies her turkey neck craving.
There is surprisingly little meat on them turkey necks.
I also had the deli guy shave off a pound of the "Tongue Blood Head Cheese."
The deli boy said that it was probably good as a cold sandwich meat, but he was too candy ass to have tried it for himself, so he didn’t really know.
It tasted exactly like wafer-thin sheets of tongue packed in gelatinous blood paste.
