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On Writing Well

I need to become a better writer. Part one was to start writing a lot; just writing a lot and paying attention to the craft from an intuitive standpoint. That part started in January 2006 with this blog and has burgeoned into books, golf, and food.

Part two was to learn more about the craft and build writing skills. That started about a year ago with my re-reading of Strunk and White. But after Strunk and White I got arrogant. I was content to just write and write and read and read in hopes that volume would lead to improvement. I think it did for awhile, but now I’ve stopped improving.

I’ve stagnated. I can’t think of new words for great. I struggle with tenses. My creativity seems to be shot. So I’m going to start mixing in some instructional books with my fiction and non-fiction. Plus, I’ve started listening to Grammar Girl. She kicks.

I had high hopes for On Writing Well. The subtitle is The Classic Guide to Writing Nonfiction, which is right up my alley because that’s mostly what I write. It was an enlightening book, but I also struggled with it. The author is a nonfiction writer himself and believes strongly that nonfiction can be literature. The first third of the book contains instruction on form, grammar, and structure. The second third gives specific instruction on the various forms of nonfiction; like sports writing, writing your memoir, and writing for business. The last third is about high level, emotional, and motivational aspects of writing.

I learned a lot, but parts of it were a slow read. The first third (general instruction) and last third (voice and motivation) were very helpful, but the middle third (form-specific instruction) was a drag. I couldn’t stay interested in the instructional pieces for all of the different kinds of nonfiction writing. Zinsser gave a ton of examples but my eyes glazed over when I read them. I think I’ll reread this in a year. Maybe my frame of mind isn’t right at this time.

The most valuable learning moments in this book were the ones about “cleaning up your writing.” You see, I think I do have a cluttered up writing style. Wait, that’s a great example, why didn’t I say “I have a cluttered writing style”? Zinsser hates it when people start sentences with “you see.” He says it’s condescending to the reader. And he begs for us to use simple, plain English without extraneous words that have no value for the reader. He advocates decluttering mercilessly by rereading and rewriting to get to the point of efficient, straightforward, and informative writing. I’m working on it.

The last section about motivation, intention, voice, and quest is worth the wait. Zinsser gives a moving portrait of how he became a writer, why he loves it, how he teaches it, and why you should invest in the act of writing. It was very motivating.

I feel inadequate after reading this book. Most of the examples of poor writing that Zinsser identifies were (and are) perpetrated unknowingly by me regularly. Now that I know what they are, I will try and cut them out, but I don’t have the patience for re-reading and reviewing. I slap stuff on my blogs casually because they are mostly for me and nobody else really reads them. Maybe if I gave more a damn, more people would read them. I’m going to cut back on the volume and spend more quality writing and reviewing time for the next few months.

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Little Black Book of Connections

You may recall that I read the Little Red Book of Selling last year. I liked it a lot. This black book about connecting and networking is just as good. Gitomer is my main man. He’s my Stephen Covey. He’s my Dale Carnegie. He’s my Lou Holtz.

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Uncle Julio’s Hacienda

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Damn, that Uncle Julio’s Hacienda on North and Clybourn is a chain. I guess it always felt like one a little, but I tried not to believe it. How could you tell?

I think it’s pretty decent Tex-Mex and it’s always packed with trendy Lincoln Park folks. I didn’t think those Lincoln Park people frequented chain-type places, except for the North Face store. Speaking of that, I was watching this show about Mount Everest the other night, and I had to do a double take; I had never seen so many North Face fleece jackets in one place outside of the Crate & Barrel store on North Avenue. Wow!

Yeah, Uncle Julio’s is a chain out of Texas. There are like 10 or 15 of them in Texas, Virginia, Maryland, Illinois, and Georgia. There’s actually another Chicagoland location in Lombard. I’m not an anti-chain snob or anything (just ask Chili’s). It’s just that this blog is specifically about food from Chicagoland (which includes McDonald’s and Portillo’s because those were born in our region).

Oh well, the Ceviche Royale was great. It consisted of shrimp, tilapia, scallops, cilantro, onions, tomato, and garlic lemon juice. As a nice kicker, they always bring some fresh flour tortillas. I took the cerviche and loaded it into a soft, warm flour tortilla and topped it with the frijoles a la charra that my brother-in-law got as a side. How about that for an improvised fish taco? Is that weird? How do you feel about inventing an entree from an appetizer and a side dish? Does that make me a creative genius or a kitchen usurper?

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Artopolis Baklava

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We talked about my fondness for EBCs (ethnic bakery cafes) last week and how conducive they are to a light enough lunch so as to afford room for dessert. Well, as promised, here is part two on my visit to Artopolis, one of my favorite EBCs.

As I get older, I notice my dessert tastes evolving from a life long addiction to chocolate (mostly dark) to a keener appreciation for lighter brown options. By lighter brown, I’m talking about concoctions based on honey, brown sugar, maple syrup, and caramel. In the past, given the option between a chocolate lava cake or warm apple streusel with caramel sauce, I would instinctively opt for the chocolate. But now, not so fast my friends! Things like bananas foster, maple frosted donuts, and baklava-the king of all light brown desserts-are in my wheelhouse.

That brings us to the pictured dessert. Ahh, the Artopolis walnut baklava. It’s packed with walnuts and absolutely dripping with honey. I think there’s vanilla and cinnamon in it also. Accompanied by their fine coffee, it doesn’t get much better. They even put it on an orange plate, which I love because my wife hates orange stuff, so it cuts down on the risk of her eating some of my dessert, and thereby losing a limb. When I took the first bite, I said to myself, “If some food borne virus made all chocolate and/or creamy dessert dishes in the world unsafe for consumption, I would not be discouraged because I have baklava.” I didn’t say it out loud, thankfully, because someone might have thought I was nuts.

I think I mentioned before how versatile Artopolis is. They really do have something for everybody. If you go there and don’t like it, just come back a few hours later and order something else. You can’t lose.

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Bari Foods Prosciutto

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I’m at a loss. I’m perplexed, confused, and befuddled. I’m conflicted, dog-tired, and cat-quick. I’m, frankly, screwed up. And I’m not quite sure what to do about it. You see, there is this stretch of Grand Avenue that has two great sandwich shops and I’m not enough of a foodie to be able to tell which I like better. My taste buds are jaded, raided, and abused. They have been beat up, smacked down, and honked off for about 40 years. How I achieved fame (18 readers) as the most knowledgeable food guy in Chicago (MKFGIC) is beyond me.

Alright, enough with that. I heard through one of my clients that Bari is a “real Italian deli.” Damn if it ain’t (you can get like 4 different kinds of capers in a jar there). If you go all the way to the back, there are about six men speaking accented English making sandwiches faster than you can say Mediterranean. I went early, at 11:30am, and there were already about eight people lined up for a sandwich.

Here’s the thing, Bari (1120 W. Grand) is less than a block from Vinnie’s (1204 W. Grand), and they both make a killer prosciutto and mozzarella sub. You already know how much I like Vinnie’s. Well, the Bari P&M is just as good. It’s different though.

Bottom line, Bari’s version is more prosciutto-centric and Vinnie’s is more mozzarella-centric. You have to make the call, which is more important? The taste and aroma of a fine pork product or the mouth-feel and flavor of a fresh mozzarella? I…just…don’t…know.

Go ahead, pull the two pictures up. Here is the Vinnie’s version. They are eerily similar. I think they may get their bread at the same place – D’Amato’s, which is equidistant from both. I will look into that. Also, note the order of the ingredients. Bari goes, from top to bottom, lettuce, mozzarella, tomato, prosciutto, hot peppers, oil. Vinnie’s goes oil, tomato, lettuce, mozzarella, prosciutto, hot peppers. Does it make a difference? No, it doesn’t.

This is a stupid conversation. Why are we talking about this? Get a life!!

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Artopolis Artopita

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Some of my most enjoyable dining experiences are at EBCs (ethnic bakery cafes). My favorite is BomBon Cafe, which I’ve talked about here and here. Other classics are Letizia’s Natural Bakery in Wicker Park and Cafe Selmarie in Lincoln Square. I’ll visit these multiple times this summer, don’t worry. Chicago is full of EBCs and I’m going to start tagging posts with EBC so you can access them easily.

I like the combination of light, inexpensive lunch fare combined with quality dessert items. I’m genetically predisposed to have dessert at the end of my meal but I rarely do so during lunch. However, when I get a smallish lunch like the Artopita from Artopolis, I usually have plenty of room for some sort of sugar-loaded concoction (you’ll see it in a few days, so sit tight).

Ahhh, the Artopita, it’s special. Pictured is the cross-section of the chicken and mozzarella Artopita, known as the Kotopita. It’s a flaky pastry shell stuffed with a mix of artichoke, tomato, fennel, chicken, and mozzarella. It comes with a side of pasta for $6.95. You can use a knife and fork, but I just pick it up because that’s what my grandfather, The Greek, would have done.

Keep in mind, I don’t have any idea if this is an authentic Greek dish. Artopolis is in the heart of Greektown, so I assume that it’s at least rooted in some Greek tradition. But frankly, I don’t care. It’s too damn good to care about where it come from, just appreciate it. You bite into the buttery pastry shell with a slight crunch, then you get to the doughy part of the pastry, then to the creamy and savory filling. Perfect. I could have probably had two, but that’s excessive.

Artopolis is such a versatile place to entertain or be entertained. They have a bar where you can grab some drinks after work. Their coffee is really good so during off hours they function as a coffee shop. As you can see above, the lunches are great. They have a gift shop and a full-blown dessert case if you need to pick up a gift/dessert on your way to a function. Wow, talk about sensory overload.

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Vinnie’s Subs Tuna

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Well friends, I’m pressing on with Vinnie’s and it’s turning out to be a flavorful endeavor. This is the tuna. Just homemade tuna salad, lettuce, tomato, oil, and I add hot peppers. Only $4.00 plus $0.25 or $0.50 for hot peppers. It was very good. The homemade tuna salad was creamy with intermittent celery crunch. There were other spices in it but I couldn’t pick them out…maybe some tarragon, some mustard seed. I don’t know. Highly tasty.

Hmmm, I got a new ranking:

  1. Prosciutto and Mozzarella
  2. Tuna
  3. Vinnie Special

The Tuna was a close second and the Vinnie Special is pulling up the rear. The Special really can’t compete with the Tuna and the P&M. Standard lunch meats on the Special like ham and salami struggle when matched up with a flavorful tuna salad and a distinctive meat like prosciutto. I look down the menu and see roast beef, turkey, and ham; three meats that I don’t think can compete with the top two any better than the Special. At this point in time, I’m anticipating a battle royale between the P&M and the Tuna in the end. Don’t worry, there will be video.

But don’t fret all you turkey, ham, roast beef, and veggie lovers. Maybe one will unseat the champ. I will keep an open mind.

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Calling all Restaurants In-n-Out Burger

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More appropriately, I should say Calling all Restauranteurs. It’s those folks who’ll probably need to help me get an In-N-Out Burger in Chicago.

Before I get into this, let me ask you this: Do you know anyone that plans a trip to one of the most fertile, agricultural regions on earth and fantasizes equally about experiencing wine from that region and fast-food burgers from that region? Well, if you don’t, now you do. Me! We made a trip to Santa Barbara wine country and as soon as we got on the road for the two plus hour ride north from LAX, my head was on a swivel trying to spot my first In-N-Out Burger.

It was actually about 36 hours into the trip before I got to experience the cheeseburger and fries pictured above. Man, they were good. Even my wife, the lover of cooking and French cuisine, was impressed with the burger. If you look in the background, you’ll see my wife’s ring-clad hands wrapped around her cheeseburger. ‘Twas a special way to share a quiet evening with the person you love on the central coast of California.

In-N-Out has four food items on the menu; hamburger, cheeseburger, double cheeseburger, and fries. Then for drinks they have the standard sodas and water, and a chocolate malt. That’s it. Talk about focus!

I got the cheeseburger and it comes with burger, lettuce, tomato, cheese, onions, and special sauce. The burger is made on the griddle and the bun is toasted nice and crispy-like. You can feel the crunch of the toasted underside of the bun. You know me, I’m a straight American cheese and grilled onion guy. But this combo from In-N-Out really tugged on my taste buds. I thoroughly enjoyed it.

The fries are hand cut from fresh potatoes all day long. It’s pretty cool. They have this silver machine that you can see from the dining area for cutting the fries. They pop a potato in it, pull the lever, and out drops a stack of fresh cut fries.

This place kills. It’s quite a formula. If you drop a few in Chicago you would become a millionaire overnight. I’m working on it, so don’t steal my thunder.

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Persepolis

I, my friends, am branching out. This book is the autobiographical story of a young woman growing up in Iran in the late 70’s/early 80’s. Young Marjane begins her story during the Islamic Revolution in 1979 when she was ten years old and takes us through the next five years of her life. The cool part is that this book is written in the form of a black and white comic book. Yeah, that’s right, a black and white comic book. Aren’t I offbeat and eclectic?

So, in 1979, the Shah of Iran gets run out of the country and given asylum by Anwar Sadat, the president of Egypt. Political prisoners were freed but the Cultural Revolution starts shortly thereafter and results in more deaths and imprisonment. During the Cultural Revolution all Iranian universities were shut down for two years to purge the system of “westernism” and smooth the way for the conversion to an Islamic state. Ayatollah Khomeini became the supreme leader of the country. Relations with the US deteriorated rapidly (the hostage crisis) and the war with Iraq began.

These events are played out in the view of a worldly pre-teen girl. I’m sure my recounting of the history has huge gaps because the exact retelling of what went on is not the point of the book. I think the point is that people inside Iran basically didn’t know what hit them. As these huge changes were happening, they had no idea if they were going to be better off or not. People were happy then they were sad. Long lost friends were back one day and gone abruptly shortly thereafter. It appeared a repressive regime was gone, but then the universities were shut down and strict rules on appearance and conduct began to be enforced by a crueler regime.

I could not imagine the turmoil. During that time I was in high school and really didn’t have a clue as to what was going on. I collected baseball cards, studied hard, played golf, and listened to Iron Maiden. Really, what else was there to do? I vaguely remember the hostage crisis and the 1980 US presidential election, but there wasn’t a lot of lively debate in my familial or social circle. However, I could recite the starting lineup of every major league baseball team…I’m talking every position of every team, except maybe the fourth and fifth pitchers in the rotation.

So since any sort of analysis of this Middle Eastern crisis passed me by during my formative years, I don’t have a good understanding of the politics and history of the Middle East, even though it’s in the news all of the time. I’ve always been curious about it but just not enough to really dig into it. I remember attempting to read Thomas Friedman’s From Beirut to Jerusalem back in the early 1990’s, but I just couldn’t get through it. That it takes a comic book to really pique my interest in the subject is probably a sad commentary on my life. But the format does not detract from the keen insight that Marjane Satrapi provides.

Her family was rebellious. Her parents spoke out against the Shah vigorously. When the Shah fled and the new Khomeini regime came into power, they protested again. However, they stopped in short order because the punishment was much worse under the new regime. They still protested in private by drinking, dancing, and playing cards. But as the war with Iraq dragged on, the regime cracked down harder and harder on people who showed resistance. Rebellion came in different, more private ways.

Young Marjane rebelled by listening to Iron Maiden, which, as you know, is my favorite rock group of all time. So at the same time but half a world away, I was listening to the same music that this young Iranian woman was listening to. Their intelligent lyrics did not belie their thug-like appearance and this is proof that Iron Maiden spoke for more than just a group of middle class white kids in northwest Ohio.

Near the end of the book an Iraqi scud hits Marjane’s street in Tehran and her neighbor is killed. She knows this because she recognizes her neighbor’s arm in the rubble by the bracelet that she always wore. Her life changed after this and she becomes very rebellious. One day she smacks the principal and gets expelled from school. At her new school, Marjane argues with the religion teacher about martyrdom and executions. At this point, her parents come to the realization that this country is not good for their daughter. With her rebellious attitude they figure she will not make it out of her teen years. At age 14, they send Marjane to Austria to live with a friend and attend school. Marjane never expects to see her parents again and the book ends.

It’s a moving book and well worth the time. You can get through this 153 page comic book in less than two hours. I’m glad I spent the time. She has a sequel that starts where this book leaves off and I will read that soon.

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D’Agostino’s River West

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This Italian Grinder from D’Agostino’s is available darn close to my home, so I will never go hungry. At $6.95, this oven baked sammy with ham, capicola, salami, pep, sauteed green peppers/onions, provolone, and Italian spices….is more than a few tasty mouthfuls. And that doesn’t even include the rockin’ fries. That’s a lot of food for a small price.

I’m huge fan of D’Agostino’s pizza and this grinder proved that they are good at more than just pizza. But D’Agostino’s is one of those pizza places that has burgers. What’s with that? Do people actually go into places like D’Agostino’s, Leona’s or Father and Son to order a burger? You could, because they all have them. I can safely say that I’ve never ordered a burger in a pizza place.

Their pizza rocks, so why do it? But maybe I need to try. Maybe that’s a whole new category for Tasty Chicago…pizza joints with good burgers. I don’t know, I’m not buying it.

Getting a burger at a pizza place would be kind of like going to Nordstrom to get some golf shoes. Sure, there’s a good chance that Nordstrom is going to have a bevy of fine golf shoes, but you just don’t buy them there. You just don’t do it! It’s stupid! You go to a golf shop or some other purveyor of golf equipment to buy golf shoes.

Okay, forget about the golf analogy. Would you go to an Ulta to buy bath salts? No, damn you! You go to Bed Bath and Beyond to buy bath salts. I mean, its B3, they have the word bath in their name. Right? Help me out here, someone.