Chris LaMorte (check him out on Facebook) wrote an article about a new plague in Chicago. No, nothing serious, just frogs. In restaurants. Anyway, he sure can pack the references to pop culture and Chicago subcultures pretty densely:
“Well it’s not a plague exactly, but frogs definitely seem to be having their moment. They’ve hopped onto menus at the most unlikely places –i.e. Soiree, a new DePaul-area cocktail lounge where they pair nicely with, you know, vodka-Red Bulls. Now scientists report that bullfrogs are good for you –they contain some sort of anti-aging molecule. Expect Janice Dickinson to be eating them Jabba-the-Hutt style.
So what’s a frogophobe like me to do? Thanks to Anthony “I ate the still-beating heart of a cobra” Bourdain, food writers are supposed to fearlessly chomp anything unfortunate enough to be lower on the food chain.”
LaMorte also somehow works in a reference to wine that “effervesces in the mouth like Alka-Seltzer in soda” and mostaccioli. And I learned that is how to spell mostaccioli despite my spell check’s scary red line.