I was meme-ed. I shall meme no one in return. Our long national nightmare of meme-on-meme recursiveness will only end when we say, "No!" And, in the words of Chief Joseph of the Nez Pierce, "I will meme no more, forever."

But, just as in "tag", one is not allowed to say, "Hey motherfucker, there're 'tag-backs' if I say there are fucking tag-backs." Once meme-ed, you're meme-ed.


Kamehachi - Sushi is so much like Chinese or Italian. Most places are competent. Few really stand out. Kamehachi is, by far, my favorite sushi in Chicago. It's a huge space, but broken up into different indoor and outdoor dining and lounge areas, that even though there are often 250 in there, it still feels intimate. Fresh and flavorful. Beautiful presentation. It's my single favorite place in the city to spend time with my friends. My friend Amy and I eat there often. I know what she likes. So last time we were there, she was running late. I ordered for her, figuring she'd be there momentarily. Nope. She'd fallen asleep. Double the sushi. Yes. I did. And, no, I couldn't eat it again for a few months. Best saki pairing for duck vagina? アヒルの膣.

Schnitzel Platz - I'm not really that big on the German fare. But Dr. Sardonic is. And a happy Dr. Sardonic is marginally less a vile pox on humanity. Beer served by the liter. A decent Jaeger Schnitzel. And the finest oompah band in the tri-county area. They often lay it down, improv style, inviting people up to do a little free jazz yodel. I have an open challenge with a certain self-proclaimed yodeling queen. I will out-yodel her one day. If it's the last thing I ever do. I recommend the "Reproduktives der weiblichen Ente ."

Yu's Mandarin - A Sysm family tradition for 25 years. Never had a remotely bad experience there. The clientele is often 3/4 Chinese. I'll order whatever looks interesting at other tables. I'll have no idea what the English translation is. The restaurant has grown from a little hole in the wall 30-seater to ten times that size.

The Twisted Spoke - A faux-biker joint. Slightly watered down now that they have a second location near Wrigley Field. Big, fat, juicy burgers. A Bloody Mary called a "Road Rash" that comes with a beer sidecar and a towering meat garnish. And a Saturday evening feature of "Smut & Eggs", where Seventies-era porn, with MST3K-style commentary, is served up along with your typical breakfast menu.

Hot Doug's - Doug is a friend of B.A.'s. Which can often rate us free Coke. We live large. Doug is a purveyor of food porn on a bun. Just look at his specials. Al Gato was ill a few weeks back. Checking in with him on the phone, we were reading over the menu together. A friend came in during the middle of this and thought I was being cruel, talking about a destination that Gato was unlikely to reach that day. I explained that we do this all the time. It's like Fantasy Football. With meat. In our town, we're known for our propensity to suck down the wieners eat a lot of "Chicago-style" dogs. We have a bridge designed in tribute. That's the one at the top of the post. We're the home of both Vienna Beef and Oscar Meyer. But if I drove the Wienermobile, I'd head straight for Hot Doug's.

I tag:

• the members of Vice President Cheney's Energy Commission
• Batman
• The Seven Deadly Sins
• My Evil Triplet
• and the Golem.

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