Etno Grill – The day I met the “Spicy Balkan”

  I very rarely have the time to go back to many of the places that I have written about on the El Stop Project, which is a little bit sad in some ways as there are some really great places that I could easily eat at every day. The Etno Grill is one of those places….

Wieners Circle – Nice Charburger

I have to be honest I was really confused when I got over to the Wiener’s Circle. I thought that it was one of Chicago’s famous hot dog joints, but as you can see the sign outside proclaims that it is the “Home of the Char-Broiled Cheddarburger” So what to do? I came here to eat a hot…

Potluck on Potstickers and more from Jade East

  I quite like it when the local resturants put a stall outside their doors at the local festivals. At the Taste of Lincoln the Jade East Chinese Resturant had done just that. While I am not going to rave about them I am going to say that they had some nice snacks and they were…

Back to the Etno Grill

One of my first blog posts was after a visit to the Etno Grill, when I was advised to return to try one of their burgers. I have since been back twice and have taken that advice, I am just noting that so that you don’t think I scoffed down these two burgers at one visit….

Etno Village Grill – Great Pork Sandwich

From the train on the brown line between the Diversey and Fullerton El stations I keep on getting distracted by a building with a cow on the roof.  OK so its not exactly next to an actual El station stop, but I can see it and the cow means either that it sells meat to eat or…

The Bourgeois Pig – A name and a lifestyle to attain (maybe)

 The name alone was what drew me to try this place,  In the general vein that; “The bourgeois is the average man who does not accept to remain such and who, lacking the strength sufficient for the conquest of essential values – those of the spirit – opts for material ones, for appearances” I hoped…

Chicagos Dog House for Gourmet and Speciality sausage

It’s dark, wet, damp and miserable and pickings by the Fullerton el stop are looking sparse. Finger in the air time, East or West? Despite the hollow glow of the golden arches permeating through the drizzle I gamble on east just because Lincoln Avenue is that way. Across the road a neon open sign draws me…