Chris Ware, Chicago's comic laureate, does some culinary related hating in the Nov. 24th food issue of the New Yorker (you have to be a digital or print subscriber to see the actual panel). The panel depicts a fear-and-loathing-organic-macaroni-and-cheese-cooking mother (potentially a descendant of Cathy Guisewite's cartoon Cathy) who...

I drank the Obama Kool-Aid, but it took a while. I didn't quite see him as the messiah as quickly as everyone else. I may not be a native Chicagoan, but I've lived here long enough to see the Hired Truck Scandal, unapologetic nepotism, a woeful Tax Increment Financing system,...

The phrase, "Molecular Gastronomy" is a meaningless construct. From, the roasting of lamb schwarma at a kebab shack to the baking...

One of my best friends is a stalwart Democratic, Harvard-educated, Jewish, Transcendental Meditating, pacifist US Army officer, which is to say, he'd make the perfect restaurateur. Or, more specifically, if he were a restaurateur, his stew of seemingly contradictory interests and affiliations would make for the perfect food section profile.