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Leopold Chicago - Belgian Food Chicago - Chicago Gluttons

By jaeger | June 15, 2011 at 11:08 am | 3 comments

May 27th, 1940 was a day of impossibly vivid colors at Dunkirk. The cool azure of the sky above contrasting grotesquely with the shock red blood of the soldiers who battled below it. King Leopold III, without the consult of his advisors, his people, or the prime minister of England who had recently come to his aid, surrendered to Hitler. Their king, chosen by god to lead them, threw in the towel in poorer form than the French. Imagine that. Nobody wants to look bad when compared to the French.The Belgians had a chip on their shoulders damn about the size of Luxembourg (another country in Europe that has a little dick syndrome small) since. June 1, 2011, fluorescent lamps of liquor stores and discount furniture stores on the sidewalk Buzzed weather marbled Chicago Avenue. The Gluttons Chicago were hungry and powerful, while lacking the blind, ignorant hatred and politics historically cooling of the extermination of an invading horde Nazi, we have our own problems with food, we are working through.And so with absolute confidence in our ability to totally dominate the Belgian Nature unhappy, we went to Leopold and summarily ordered two of everything on the menu. Now, we must say that this is not a limited menu of small plates cutesy, but a full battery of starters, salads, main dishes and sides. Two of each. Believe it. Enough Jibber jabber ... the carnage.

First wave was oysters. Oh, yes, invertebrates. What ish French meal is complete without the sticky, salty, bottom fish swimming in the nectar good enough to sniff. This nectar just happened to be made from lambic.The merger of beer and oysters has been fairly well the beginning of a taste bud hard on that lasted for much of the session. I could drink a pint of Reseda through a straw. Oysters are for closers, and they disappeared within seconds. Low chips pretzels and mustard to absorb some of this beer, we were inefficient. Next.

Our appetites whetted, we proceeded to lay the groundwork for Nice vegetables, knowing that we were going in the hole early protein. Mesclun salad and Liège. A salad full of duck eggs and pork strips is not really over salad, right?Oh, and I take a moment to call the carbo chips that accompanied each of these "salads". On the one hand, there is a piece of bread smeared with something that resembles the ace of cheese that rich old white guys with accents affected going back and forth between the windows of a limousine. On the other hand, pumpernickel croutons laced with China white heroin. Again, this has ceased to be mere bread. This shit has transubstantiated.

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