HB

Ratings Guide:
Half handshake, half chest-bump hug – 5 stars
Chest bump – 4 stars
Fist bump – 3 stars
High five – 2 stars
Handshake – 1 star
Manly ass slap – ½ star
Fone and fone – 0 stars



Restaurant: HB
Location: 3404 N Halsted


Welcome back to Career Advice 101 with your professor, Born To Fork. In the first class we learned how to get ahead by doing as little as possible at work. In today’s lecture we’ll learn about the importance of acronyms, what they mean, and when to use them. Let’s begin.


HB - HB used to stand for Hearty Boys, who were Steve McDonagh and Dan Smith. BITD they became famous for winning the Food Network reality show The Next Food Network Star. They were (and still are) caterers, but after winning the show they opened HB. Now Joncarl Lachman, who’s been the executive chef since the day HB opened, owns the place. But, since the Hearty Boys are no longer involved, he decided to change the name. To HB. Except now it stands for Home Bistro. Ex. “Let’s go get dinner at HB.”

BITD – Back In The Day. Ex. “BITD they became famous for winning the Food Network reality show The Next Food Network Star.”

BM – Bowel Movement. These are very important parts of the workday. It’s your chance to take a 15-minute break, get away from everyone, and have some alone time. I highly recommend printing out your favorite Internet articles or blogs (BTF is a great option) to read while having a BM. Plus, you’ll look busy holding a stack of paper on your way to the bathroom. Ex. “That burrito gave me a BM.”

ASAP – As Soon As Possible. Ex. “I want to go home ASAP.”

PDQ – Pretty Darn Quickly. Ex. “With our reservation at HB, we got to sit down PDQ.”

BTF – Born To Fork. Ex. “It’s amazing how much I learn from reading BTF.”

IOU – I Owe You. An IOU can be used in place of actual money to let someone know that you’ll pay them back with real currency at a later date. Sometimes you can IOU with favors or chores rather than money. FYI, the people at HB don’t take too kindly to IOUs. Luckily the prices are incredibly reasonable. I think each couple paid about $80 for dinner, which is pretty decent considering we all had apps, entrees, and dessert. Ex. “IOU an HJ.”

FYI – For Your Information. Ex. “FYI, there is no valet parking at HB, and finding spots on the street are hard to come by. If you can, take a cab. Or a bus. Or walk.”

HJ – A 6 star rating on BTF. Ex. “Nothing at HB was worthy of an HJ.”

WTF – What The F#@K? Seriously, WTF? How many Bring It On and American Pie movies can they make? There’s Bring It On, which is the original movie. Then Bring It On Again, which was the sequel, starring nobody, where a bunch of college kids can’t make the college squad so they start their own squad and have a cheer off. Then there’s the STV classic Bring It On: All or Nothing, starring Hayden Panettiere (from Heroes, and I have no idea how she got sucked into doing this movie) and Solange Knowles (Beyonce’s sister). And most recently the STV Bring It On: In It to Win It, starring a whole cast of nobody’s. Ex. “There’s another American Pie movie? American Pie Presents: The Beta House? WTF? How do they keep making these? And why do people keep watching them? And why does Eugene Levy keep starring in them? WTF?”

PEI – Prince Edward Island. PEI is located in Canada, a bit Northwest of Maine. Last year while on our cruise around Europe we met a couple (Jeff and Debbie) from PEI who we hung out with a bunch and still keep in touch with. According to Jeff, PEI produces something like 80% of the world’s mussels for consumption. I don’t know whether or not that’s true, but I’m willing to go with it. It’s because of Jeff and Debbie that I decided to order the PEI Mussels in Beer Butter at HB. They sounded pretty interesting, and there aren’t a ton of places that have mussels on the menu, and the waiter highly recommended it, and the word “beer” was involved, and they were cooked in garlic, and they were served with truffle fries, so it seemed like the logical decision. And then I remembered why I don’t normally order mussels. They came out in this huge bowl filled with mussels and the beer broth. It looked like a giant soup. The problem was the mussels were still in the shell (as they should be). So to eat one you had to dig it out of the bowl, then dig out the mussel, then enjoy. It was way too much work for dinner. Or maybe just way too much work for me. Either way, I wasn’t in love with my choice. They tasted decent, but again, just too much work and a little too messy. Ex. “The PEI Mussels at HB are fun to look at, but difficult to eat. But the truffle fries are amazing and make up for the mussels. But next time I’ll avoid the PEI Mussels and just get a side order of the fries.”

STV – Straight To Video. Ex. “2 Girls, 1 Cup was most likely a STV release. After watching it I had a straight-to-losing-my-lunch release.

DD – Tig ol’ Bitties. Ex. “I would love to motorboat those DDs.”

D&D – Dungeons and Dragons. D&D is not to be confused with DDs. Those who play D&D almost never get to motorboat DDs. Ex. “You know how I know you’re gay? Because you play D&D.”

BYOB – Bring Your Own Booze (a.k.a. Bring Your Own Beer). HB is a BYOB restaurant. Which was a big reason for the reasonable tab at the end of the night. Ex. “HB is BYOB, and if you forget your B, you can always run across the street to 7-Eleven to pick some up.”

A.K.A. – Also Known As. Ex. “Josh Kell. A.K.A. Big Delicious.”

VIP – Very Important Person. There is no VIP section at HB. The place is very small and very quant. It’s a very intimate and friendly atmosphere. The waiter was great and really treated everyone like a VIP, which was refreshing. Ex. “After your holiday party, beware of the co-worker who asks you to go to VIPs for a drink.”

KISS – Keep It Simple Stupid. KISS is a great daily reminder of how you should go about your job. Keep it simple. Simple works. Bigger usually isn’t better. Different normally just ends up being different. But simple? Simple is easy. Simple is something everyone understands. Simple gets the job done. Ex. “Whoever came up with the desserts at HB must live by the motto KISS. Chocolate cake. Cupcakes. Ice Cream. Simple pleasures, done blissfully. I applaud you, HB.”

OMG – Oh My God! OMG is almost always used in email or texting form. It’s a quick, to-the-point way of saying “Wow!” Now I know “Wow!” is quick and too the point, but it isn’t nearly as fun as OMG. Ex. “I had the almond stuffed dates at HB and all I can say is OMG. They are dates, stuffed with an almond, wrapped in bacon, and baked with brown sugar. OMG.”

FUPA – Fat Upper Pu$&y Area. Ex. “Jane Doe has an insane FUPA.”

LOL – Laughing Out Loud. I used to think LOL stood for “Lots of Love”, and in some circles it probably does. But usually it’s used in emails or texts as a quick way to telling someone that something you said/wrote was funny, or to let you know that they are making a joke so you don’t take the joke personally. I frown upon any use of LOL. Same goes for emoticons. :( Ex. “OMG, I can’t believe you gained 7 lbs over the holidays. Maybe next time you should lay off the perogis and beer and desserts! You’re such a fatty! LOL! :)”

24/7 – 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. I checked out the brunch menu while I was at HB and it looked incredible. And I’ve talked to people who have eaten there for brunch and loved it. The one thing that really stood out was the Crabcake Benedict. It just sounds really good. Ex. “I wish HB served their brunch menu 24/7.”

CYA – Cover Your Ass. My dad always complains that nobody picks up the phone anymore. Everyone just shoots an email over or an IM when it would be easier, and quicker, to walk down the hall or pick up the phone and talk to the person. What he doesn’t understand is that with an email there is a paper trail. So if something goes wrong you have what you need to CYA and blame the other person (this was covered in the first lecture). Ex. “CYA ASAP before you’re SOL and in the dog house.”

EOD – End of Day. Ex. “I’m gonna need for you to finish up the Smith file by EOD so I can take credit for it first thing in the morning.”

SOL – Sh*# Out of Luck. Ex. “I wish I would have ordered the Trout Bisque Soup because it looked really f-ing good, and Amy said it was really f-ing good. But I didn’t, and now I’m SOL.”

SOB – Son of a Bitch. Ex. “Bill Brasky is an SOB. Did you know he hated Mexicans! And he was half-Mexican! …And he hated irony!”

SOS – Save our Souls. Ex. “Everyday at work I send out an SOS. Usually right around 2:30. It’s never been answered.”

TGIF – Thank God It’s Friday. Ex. “TGIF!” (BTW, if you encounter someone at your office who says this, punch them in the face. Then tell them you’ll murder their family if they ever say it again. Then tell them you have a case of the Monday’s. Even though it’s Friday.)

BTW – By The Way. Ex. “BTW, I hate you.”

BFF – Best Friends Forever. The waiter at HB wanted to be BFFs with all of us. He was super attentive, friendly, and helpful. And after every single order he said, “Beautiful Beautiful.” I don’t know why. Ex. “Scott Skiles and John Paxson are BFFs.”


That concludes today’s lesson. I just had a huge coffee and am about to have a BM in my pants. I know, TMI.


If I lived nearby HB where I could walk I’d probably eat here pretty often. But since I don’t, this will probably be the first and last time I go. Fist bump.



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Erwin

Ratings Guide:
Half handshake, half chest-bump hug – 5 stars
Chest bump – 4 stars
Fist bump – 3 stars
High five – 2 stars
Handshake – 1 star
Manly ass slap – ½ star
Fone and fone – 0 stars




Restaurant: Erwin
Location: 2925 N. Halsted


I hadn’t really heard anything about Erwin before I went there. In fact, I’d never even heard of Erwin before I went there. Some friends of ours recommended it so we headed there for dinner not too long ago. Now, when we walked in the place looked nice. Kind of felt like the type of restaurant you might find if you were on vacation in Lake Geneva or Michigan or something (I’m not sure why you’d go on vacation in Michigan either, but bear with me). But like the really nice restaurant in those vacation towns. Maybe it was the white walls, or the dark wood. Or maybe it was the fact that we were the youngest group of people in the place by at least 20 years. Now, I’ve come to expect this when my wife makes me eat at the blue-plate-special hour of the evening, but it wasn’t six o’clock. It was 8:30. And it’s located in the heart of Lakeview. I can’t remember the last time I went to a restaurant in Chicago and didn’t see one patron under 30 in the entire place (minus our table). It’s like the CBS of restaurants.

Anyway, the six of us sat down at our table. Some people will tell you that they hate it when their server comes by every three minutes to check up on them. They feel like it’s a constant interruption throughout the entire dinner. I’m not one of those people. I like not having to call Anthony LaPaglia to find my waiter. That doesn’t mean I need my waiter to be part of my conversations or to have a seat and eat dinner with us. Just a quick check-in to make sure we’re happy. Even just a slow walk by the table to see if we’re missing anything, giving us a chance to get his attention if we need him. See, what I hate is a server who never interrupts. Who assumes because you’re talking and laughing that you’re doing OK. To simply place a drink order we had to set a bear trap near our table to slow down our waiter and get him to stop. And it was like that all night. In fact, I don’t remember him ever stopping by just to check up on us. At one point we had to ask a busboy to find our server. The only time this plays into your favor (and this was one of those nights) is when you can just sit there and talk and drink for an hour or more after dinner without feeling like you’re being rushed out so they can clean your table and sit another party. That’s always nice.

At least the food was pretty good. I started off with the ravioli, which was filled with braised rib meat. Just a nice little twist on a pretty standard dish. Well done. For dinner I ordered the duck and sausage. The menu actually had a ton of things I wanted to try, which is great. Normally you can narrow down your options to one or two things, but I really did have trouble making a choice here. The deciding factor was what everyone else ordered, since I make it a point to order something no one else at the table is having. My wife got the steak. Two other people got the skate, and Matt got the liver (more on that in a moment). So, while the gourmet hamburger and the chicken both sounded good, I went with the duck and sausage. Mostly because it sounded interesting, and I was in the mood for something a little different. This dish should be named “The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly.” The good was the duck. Good flavor, perfectly cooked, just wish there was a little more of it. The bad was the sausage. Not sure what I was expecting, but there was nothing interesting or special about it. Just a small sausage cut in half. It didn’t taste any different than if I had bought a Jimmy Dean or Hillshire Farm link from the store and threw it in the pan with a little oil. Normally I’d complain that there wasn’t enough of this as well, but since it was so disappointing I’m glad it was only a small link. And the ugly was the vegetable the two meats were served on. I have no idea what it was, but it was unpleasant to look at (for the record it was braised kale and lima bean ragout, whatever that means).

I’m pretty sure I made the only bad choice of the night. The steak was good. Not a “holy crap” steak, but also not a “wish I had a do over” steak. Just a good cut of steak cooked perfectly. The skate was also pretty good. I will say that it had a strong lemon flavor, and even though I love fish when it’s cooked with lemon, this was almost too much. It wasn’t nearly as good as the skate at West Town Tavern, but still a pretty good choice. I think the best entrée was the liver. Yeah, I said it. The liver. How many times have I tried liver? Somewhere right around zero. I love braunschweiger, which is basically speadable liver (I think my favorite sandwich in the world is braunschweiger, miracle whip, and pickles on French bread. Oh, and don’t ever eat this sandwich if you plan on making out with someone. Just trust me on this.) so I’m not sure why I’ve never actually tried liver before. Seems I was missing out. The liver was really good. I had a bite and was jealous I didn’t get it myself. Oh well, maybe next time.

I made up for my poor dinner selection with dessert. No one was really interested in getting anything, but I insisted. So many things on the dessert menu looked good I had trouble deciding. So I just ordered three of them. The sour cherry pie and the double chocolate brownie sundae were both really, really good. But they were nothing compared to the ice cream sandwich. It wasn’t your typical chocolate chip cookies with vanilla ice cream. It was chocolate chip banana cake with butter pecan ice cream topped with caramel sauce. It was even better than it sounds. I would go back for the dessert alone.

The night was capped off by the pleasant discovery of the after dinner mints sitting on the hostess stand. They were the old school root beer hard candies. You know, the ones that are shaped like a barrel. Just genius. Thankfully that restaurant was pretty empty when we left so I didn’t feel bad stuffing my pockets with the little suckers.

If it weren’t for the dessert and root beer candies I’d give this place probably a high-five, maybe a high-five with a manly ass slap. But the end of the evening gets it to a solid fist bump. Good choices, good food. Just nothing great.



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Uncommon Ground

Ratings Guide:
Half handshake, half chest-bump hug – 5 stars
Chest bump – 4 stars
Fist bump – 3 stars
High five – 2 stars
Handshake – 1 star
Fone and fone – 0 stars
Manly ass slap – ½ star


Restaurant: Uncommon Ground
Location: 3800 N. Clark


So, judging by the name, you’d guess that Uncommon Ground was a coffee house, but not your typical coffee house. “Common” coffee houses simply serve coffee, maybe some biscotti or scones, and some seasonal drink like hot chocolate or iced hot chocolate. But this place is Uncommon, so clearly there is a lot more going on here. And since this place is so uncommon, let’s take a look at other “un”s that might help describe it.


UNCOMMON – the coffee house. It has a bar, a variety of food all day long, is open until 2 a.m., and has live music in the back. And they don’t open until 9 a.m., which is late for a coffee house.

UNBELIEVABLE – the hot chocolate. Awesome. I demand that you order a cup (more like a bowl) of this when you go there. Even if it’s the middle of summer, 90 degrees outside, and 100 percent humidity. It’s that good.

UNAFFORDALBE – also the hot chocolate. The cup/bowl was more than hot chocolate should be. Again, you’re talking about milk and chocolate. No matter how good it is, or how big the cup/bowl is, you still shouldn’t be paying more than a couple of bucks. But, well worth the money. And everything else on the menu seems reasonably priced, so I’ll let it slide.

UNATHLETIC – me.

UNATTAINABLE – Jessica Biel. And my wife (Seriously, you have no shot with her. Hell, I have no shot with her.)

UNATTENDED – how we felt the time we sat at the bar for brunch. One bartender, very busy, not a lot of time to take our order or refill our drinks. Not her fault, but also not a good thing. And the other time we sat in the back room and were one or 3 tables back there and it still took forever to get our food.

UNCHEWABLE – the chicken on the barbeque pizza I got. It wasn’t really unchewable, but it was super dry and had no flavor and really took away from the rest of the pizza, which was pretty decent.

UNDISCOVERED – this place kind of was until it was on “Check, Please!” recently. You could go here most anytime (save for maybe before/during/after a Cubs’ game) and have no trouble finding a table. The last two times I’ve gone there has been a slight wait. But, it’s better in the summer when you can sit outside.

UNEXTRAORDINARY – this is the opposite of how I would describe the weekend specials, which are awesome, and I always have to resist ordering all of them. Luckily my wife is there and gives me that look (you know, the same one I get when I try to make out with her) when I think about ordering more than one thing.

UNFANCY – the atmosphere. Dressed up or dressed down, or not dressed at all, you’ll fit in.

UNIMPRESSED – the breakfast burrito special I ate one time I was there. Not bad, but also not as good as others I’ve had (like at Bongo Room or Toast or H.U.E., to name a few).

UNABLE – to dunk a basketball.

UNCHANGED - I wish I could say this about the chicken sandwich, but the last couple of times we’ve gone it has been different every time. Some times the bread is different, or the size of the sandwich, or the sauce, or whatever, but it’s been a crapshoot the last several times. That’s a bad thing. You want your staple menu items to be consistent. Especially this one, which can be…

UNREAL – the chicken sandwich.

UNBUTTON – my shirt. I just did. And I’m rubbing my belly.

UNCALLED-FOR – see “UNBUTTON”.

UNCERTAIN – can’t decide how much I like this place. One time I love it, the next time I don’t. Hard to get a read. Again, I don’t think this is a good thing.

UNCOCK – I just wanted to say “cock”.

UNCOOL – “Uncool? Uncool is trying to give an honest man a big box of porn, Andy!”

UNCTUOUS – the bread that was served with the spinach and goat cheese dip. Toasted little pieces of bread instead of chips, but they looked (and were) very greasy. And you know what that means – they were delicious. The dip was fantastic. I’d get it again. In fact, I’d put it on top of my cereal every morning if I could. (and I know “unctuous” isn’t the same time of “un” I’ve been using, but seriously, how often can you use the word “unctuous”.)

UNDERPANTS – I’m not wearing any.

UNDERSTAND – I don’t expect you to.

UNDRESS – what I’m doing as you read this.

UNEXPECTED – that you’ve read this far.

UNFORGETTABLE – not this place.

UNIT – not really an “un”, but I like saying “unit”.

UNMARRIED – what my wife wishes she was.

UNZIP – I think you know.

UNCOMMON GROUND – turns out it is very common. Fist bump.



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pingpong

Ratings Guide:
Half handshake, half chest-bump hug – 5 stars
Chest bump – 4 stars
Fist bump – 3 stars
High five – 2 stars
Handshake – 1 star
Fone and fone – 0 stars
Manly ass slap – ½ star



Restaurant: pingpong
Location: 3322 N. Broadway

The great thing about Chicago is there are so many different neighborhoods, and each neighborhood has tons of great places to eat and drink. The bad thing about Chicago is that people don’t venture out of their neighborhoods enough. They stay close to home, which means they miss out on so many great places in this city.

I frequently fall victim to that, but I make an effort to get out and about as much as possible. What’s my point? Well, this review focuses on a little neighborhood joint in East Lakeview that is loved by the locals. It’s called pingpong.

pingpong features pan-Asian food. Quick story. Just the mention of ping-pong reminds me of the movie "Emmanuelle in Singapore". When I was a kid (like 7th or 8th grade), I used to go to a friends house for sleepovers, and every now and then we’d stay up late to watch Skinemax. The only movie I remember was "Emmanuelle in Singapore" and that’s because she did something with ping-pong balls I’d never seen before, and probably won’t ever see again. Unless I go to Tijuana. It was traumatizing. And enlightening. Anyway.

pingpong the restaurant. A friend lives in the area, and recommended it. The first time I went was on a Monday night. He lives nearby, and really liked the place, so I was expecting the best. I didn’t get it.

I ordered the calamari, and it was awful. Truly unenjoyable. I almost didn’t want the dinner, that’s how disappointed I was. For dinner I got the General’s Chicken (easily my favorite Chinese food dish ever. And I’m not even sure it’s authentic to China, but I’m sure my belly doesn’t care.). It’s hard to find great General’s Chicken. And this was no exception. It was for sure below average. I was unhappy. I wanted my money back, but the place is pretty reasonably priced, so there was no point.

The next day I let my friend know about my experience. He was shocked. He might have even gasped and clutched the pearls. He said there was a mistake and demanded that I go back.

Months later, I did. I ordered the exact same thing, and my second helping was much, much better. I told my friend that I was happier this time, but that I still thought the place was just “good” and not “great” or anything. He agreed. See, he liked the place because it was good food, dependable, and close to home. Whenever he need food and just wanted a place that was solid where he’d know he’d be happy, pingpong was one of those places for him. And really, that’s exactly what a neighborhood joint should be.

So, upon further review, I give pingpong a high five with a manly ass slap.

J-Thai

Ratings Guide:
Half handshake, half chest-bump hug – 5 stars
Chest bump – 4 stars
Fist bump – 3 stars
High five – 2 stars
Handshake – 1 star
Fone and fone – 0 stars
Manly ass slap – ½ star



RESTAURANT: J-Thai
LOCATION: 3819 N. Southport



Steve Foley, who plays linebacker for the San Diego Chargers, said in an interview “Food is my favorite food. I don’t care what it is.” Well, I feel the same way. I like food. I like all kinds of food. I even like trying new kinds of food (which is a big change from when I was a kid). So, as you can imagine, it’s pretty tough to disappoint me.

But my friends, I have a story of disappointment for you. The other night we had some friends over, and decided we were going to go grab dinner. After much deliberation, we decided to check out Banana Leaf, which I ate at one time many moons ago. And when I ate there, I thought it was great. So, I was excited to go back, and the rest of the group was excited to give it a try. So we schlepped over there, parked the car illegally, and headed to Banana Leaf. Except it wasn’t Banana Leaf. Apparently it had closed, and instead we found ourselves standing on the doorstep of J-Thai. Needless to say, it’s no Banana Leaf.

But, we decided what the hell, we were in the mood for Thai, the place was empty (which is a bad sign, but good for us, because we had a baby with us, and his random screaming wouldn’t bother anyone), and we had made the trip, so let’s give it a try.

Now, there are essentially two menus: the Thai menu, and the Japanese menu. I stayed on the Thai side and ordered some steamed pot stickers and the green curry with extra chicken. Pot stickers were very average. The green curry was decent, and when I said extra chicken, they didn’t joke around, because it was LOADED with chicken, which is a big bonus for them. Someone else ordered the pad thai, and he said it was good, so I’ll take his word for it. My lady friend ordered sushi. She wasn’t happy about her decision. I had a piece of hers. I wasn’t happy about my decision to sample her decision.

Anyway, quick recap here – if you live close by and are in the mood for Thai, give it a shot, but don’t expect much. If you live more than three blocks away and are in the mood for Thai, see what else is close by.

Final rating: handshake with a manly ass slap.

Oh, and be warned, Banana Leaf is closed.

Tango Sur

Ratings Guide:
Half handshake, half chest-bump hug – 5 stars
Chest bump – 4 stars
Fist bump – 3 stars
High five – 2 stars
Handshake – 1 star
Fone and fone – 0 stars
Manly ass slap – ½ star


Restaurant: Tango Sur
Location: 3763 N Southport


Song: WHOA
Artist : BLACK KELL

( Verse 1 )

I had Tango Sur on Southport, it was whoa!
It’s got the best steak in town I mean whoa!
It’s an Argentinian steakhouse, I mean whoa!
Should've seen the size of cuts on these steaks, whoa!
Now money ain't a problem, low prices is like whoa!
The empanadas so good I’m like whoa!
They’re fried and juicy and perfect like whoa!
Prosciutto wrapped around melon, I'm like whoa!
They got steak stuffed with cheese like whoa!
Order beef for two and be full like whoa!
Coming home with a stuffed tummy like whoa!
Waiters running ‘round servin’ you like whoa!
More or less, more or so

( Chorus )
You just gotta go
I live the fat life, I don’t eat slow like whoa!
My tummy like mo’, need mo’
Just go, Tango, great food like whoa!

( Verse 2 )

Dessert right next door like whoa!
Dairy Queen blizzards on the north like whoa!
Or eat Cold Stone, just to the south like whoa!
I'm getting brain freeze from the ice cream like whoa!
It’s a BYOB drink for free like whoa!
See me drink glasses and glasses like whoa!
Be prepared to wait a while like whoa!
Sit on the curb and drink your wine like whoa!
Waits up to an hour on busy nights like whoa!
But the food is worth the wait like whoa!
Go out drinkin’ on Southport like whoa!
I'm on the go to the Tango, bite for bite like whoa!

( Chorus )
You just gotta go
I live the fat life, I don’t eat slow like whoa!
My tummy like mo’, need mo’
Just go, Tango, great food like whoa!


To recap: Great steak. Great food. Awful parody of a Black Rob song. Great atmosphere. Great prices. Vegetarians look elsewhere. Non-meat offerings are just so-so. BYOB. Long waits. Dairy Queen and Cold Stone nearby.

Easily a chest bump with a manly ass slap.