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Chicago, Part II: This Time, It’s Porkified

It’s time I got around to telling you about the second half of my visit to Chicago, culminating in a meal at that temple of pork and beer, the Publican, on West Fulton Market. I say “temple” without reservation (though they do take them) or irony (though I brought mine), for what do my people’s religious observances offer that this restaurant does not? Seriousness? Check. Graciousness? Check. Uplift, even transcendence? Check. Cheek-by-jowl seating? Check. Unlimited bread? Double-check.

But first to the matters preceding.

City Farm, Chicago

City Farm, Chicago

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Went to Chicago, Got Down To Eat

I just got back from visiting my friend Bill in Chicago. I drove out there in a day, a quarter of the way across the country. I did some light tourism, but, principally, I ate. After that, I drove back.

I don’t want to talk about how much I ate in budgetary terms. Suffice it to say that I spent several times $50 in the space of a few days. I won’t lie to you: I went vastly over-budget. But quibbling about a few banknotes when visiting a friend in Chicago who likes to eat is like fussing over a few extra dollars of rocket fuel when heading out to take that one small step onto the moon. This was my first visit to Chicago. Those of you who know the place and what it has to offer will understand my lapse of discipline.

Not long after I arrived, Bill took me out for tacos:

tacos al pastor, de carnitas, y de lengua

tacos al pastor, de carnitas, y de lengua

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