SarahinSF

1/9/22

I don’t recall Abe’s. But yeah. Shit’s spooky. Drop me a DM one of these days.

1/8/22

Just finding this year old comment but, goddammit, we really are the same person. I grew up in Northfield but had friends in Skokie. You may have served me at some point.

1/7/22

I can’t for the life of me remember the name of the place, in Chicago that I had my first Italian Beef, but it was a “famous” one. I wasn’t feeling keen on either hot or sweet Giardiniera after a late night, and I rehearsed my order and prepared to say it confidently, because I was expecting push back. Not a local. “La…

1/18/21

Try the Guy Fieri spread:
Butt back
head forward
Arms out at the side
EAT.

1/18/21

RIP Beef Shack, you had the best Italian Beef in the northwest suburbs.

1/18/21

Thank you. Good info. I remember stumbling around New York with only my high school buddy, who had braved the mean streets of the Big Apple through a forging nine or ten months. I was intent on buying a morning coffee, cream and sugar, in one of those poker cups from a street vendor. It was then my soon to be mayor…

1/18/21

*point of pedantry: Steak & Shake is a downstate chain, it did not originate in Chicago

1/4/21

Sounds like they should sell garbage bags with holes for your head and arms along with it.

1/4/21

These articles about foods I want to eat, in places I want to travel to have been a light during this lonely, depressing year. Thanks to the writers who pump these out for content. It’s the right content at the right time.

1/4/21

One of the many awesome things about living in the Phoenix area is the prevalence of Chicago chains: Portillo’s, Giordano’s, Lou Malnati’s, Rosati’s, Steak & Shake: We got ‘em all (except Gino’s East, which sadly pulled out after their local investors went kaput).

1/4/21

Please send me a combo, sweet and hot, dipped, pretty fucking please. And by dipped I mean that fucker better be completely submerged and soaked. I don’t know anything about this red sauce nonsense some other people are talking about, that wasn’t even an option at the place I frequented as a kid.

1/4/21

RED SAUCE!!

1/4/21

Double-dipped with hot on the side (because you never know when some place might have ‘giardiniera’ that is 95% celery), sometimes with cheese (which can add some needed structure).

1/4/21

I like red sauce on a combo only. The sausage needs the acid from the tomatoes to cut the richness

1/4/21

You lumped dipped, dunked, and soaked into one category. They are different degrees of dipped from least to most soggy.

1/17/12

My therapist says she loves anger, because it's self-affirming. Directing anger outward at the real targets is a HUGE step. The world is what's fucked up; they're just trying to make you think it's you so you don't notice.

1/15/12

"Yes, I'm ugly but I'm not a bad person" was a massive step in logic that I only managed to make well into adulthood. As a tween/teen, I kind of internalised the exclusion/bullying/etc I copped from peers based on my appearance into a "If people treat me like shit it must be because I'm a shitty person" thing. Whilst…

1/15/12

1/14/12

I don't know what to say. I was an ugly little girl (as I heard from everyone, all the time) and I still am today. I couldn't make myself feel good about my appearance if I tried. And I have. I don't know how to get past the realization that you're ugly. The most I've been able to do is "Yes, I'm ugly, but I'm not a…

1/12/12

But I think that's part of the point; when you've felt bullied and abused, it's sometimes almost impossible to see/hear the good because those negative comments are amplified so much. It takes a lot to become strong enough to drown those voices, and most of us are never 'perfect' enough to completely ignore them.