The Next Great Restaurant Destination is Harwood HeightsThey say there are no restaurant finds anymore.
They say all the good stuff gets written up at somewhere else.
They say who the hell goes to Harwood Heights to eat. Now. Ever.
It used to be amusing, argumentative, interesting that one block of Chicago contained Czeck, Greek, Mexican, and Polish food. To have audacity to call something the best.
Do we even notice now, that best chow blocks are superseded with best chow malls. That exactly this line-up of Thai, Filipino, Serbian, Italian, Arabian, Italian beef ("freshest in town"), and Polish (and not just Polish-Polish, but kebaby too) would have JeffB swooning if it was in LA.
Do we need a ltbloggertweettumblr to meticulously video the production of each burek, arancini, and papaya salad there to appreciate the strip. Shall we wait for a study of contrasts between shwarma and its Eastern European version. Have I jumped in too soon.
Will this all be over-rated shortly. How long until it is asked, what restaurant did those people eat at. The feeble effort to place Harwood Heights in the pantheon begins at Pita alSharq. And this is where we will return when its GNR is not renewed.
But we are in fact, just posers, following in the footsteps of the yelping hordes, it has been written that the "
owner's father's uncle had the original Pita alSharq in Amman, Jordan."
And that says something. And, of course, it means nothing without pictures. I do, however, have a picture or two of Pita alSharq that may be posted. Yet, in those good old days, when we just ate, did we need visual proof. Could not a man's word be his bond?
After all how do we know that in Amman, Jordan they made such awfully good food. At least as far as one could tell after one meal of chicken over a spicy rice pilaf, shwarma with hummus, and a set of falafel. That falafel, it seems, in Amman, to be made with a special recipe that gives it a fluffy inside with a tinge of sweetness in the mix. They must also know hospitality in Amman because after reading, I find that I not only have no find, but I was not the only one offered free bowls of lentil soup or complimentary glasses of mint tea.
Can you trust me that the next great chow-wave starts just west of Harlem on Lawrence. Will it matter that, as far as I can tell, there are no heights in Harwood Heights? Unless we mean heights of food.
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Vital Information on June 25th, 2012, 6:41 am, edited 1 time in total.
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