Tonight, I’m cooking the quintessential Filipino Dish: Chicken Adobo.
Our family is from the northern part of the Philippine islands. For every Filipino cook, there’s a different adobo. For example, my cousin adds Sprite/7Up instead of water and a hot chili pepper. This is my interpretation of my mom’s recipe. I like to douse my rice in adobo sauce so I make a lot of it. Continue reading “Cook This: Filipino Chicken Adobo”
In a town where bars come and go like the whims of our infamous gale-force winds, Green Mill Cocktail Lounge in Uptown remains defiant, surviving Da Mare, riots and over a century of fruitless Cubs seasons. Maybe the Boys in Blue, clad in grey stirrups, stopped at the Mill for a homecoming victory round after winning their first World Series in 1907 over the Detroit Tigers? I can’t be sure that it’s true, but I like to think it could be. Continue reading “Serving Drunkards Since 1902: Green Mill Cocktail Lounge, 4802 N. Broadway”
There’s something special about a place where the owner has his phone number printed on every receipt. Most times I’ve eaten here, I’ve seen the owner, Glenn, chatting up customers or seeing about the restaurant. It’s his place, his name on the door, and his phone number on the receipt. Continue reading “Eat Here: Glenn’s Diner, 1820 W. Montrose, Chicago”
My girlfriend Marissa, who’s traveling to Barcelona, Spain, asked me if she could bring home to Chicago some wine, cheese, or its famous ham as a delicious souvenir? Continue reading “Can I Bring Home Wine, Cheese, or Ham from Spain?”
