Mr. Beef

Mr. Beef is dead. In the obit his son says his father was grateful to the dumb TV show that made the Chicago delicacy he served for forty-five years out of a humble building near the mouth of a highway known to people all over the country. Business was way up since that show hitContinue reading “Mr. Beef”

Sunday @ Archie’s

I pack a pannier bag with three each of my books and set out. I go to brunch at the Duck like almost every other Sunday. But then I bike north to Rogers Park. It’s a sunny day. Unseasonably warm, like almost every day this winter. I listen to podcasts as I ride. The mostContinue reading “Sunday @ Archie’s”