Pregunta: What the eff is huarache, joe?
Respuesta: Masa as fresh as Rappers Delight, stuck into a grimy ass tortilla press, all jammed together by frijoles fritos, cousin.
You could easily throw some chimichurri on this flatbread fucker and call it nap time, but go head and select from the dozen+ items that Dona Chio throws your way. I suggest the tinga (spicy marinated chicken), chorizo con papas (yall best know what the fuck is up) and rajas (grilled vegetables). Authenticity bukkake.
Wanna Reading Rainbow my ass? Dona Chio. Google map them shits out, Waldo’s World. Your depressing and disheartened Albert Derrion and 2016 Olympic bid (Eat A Dick, Oprah!) office convi will fade out like Brian Austin Green.
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usually the north side is too far for a booty call, but: would.
Hell yeah you should, Ira. And try the lengua tacos. They’ll make you slap yo mama.
And while d’s suggestions for toppings are good, step up to the plate and try the chicarrone stewed in salsa verde, and huitlacoche. Sure it’s a fungus (farmer’s call it “corn smut” and anything with “smut” in the name, I’m down wit) but it’s fuckin’ tasty.
someone told me ‘huitlacoche’ means ‘shit of god’, another compelling reason to eat it. i’ll report back.
SHIT OF GOD! Im going to Bayless with this one.
Other web delving has turned up “raven’s excrement”. In my research so far it appears that unlike the North American native tribes, the Aztecs/Nahuatl didn’t seem to have a Raven god. So perhaps it’s called that just because it looks like bird poop.
Ira, this is per Bayless via Tweet:
Rick_Bayless Ive always heard it translated “excrement” RT @chicagogluttons Can you confirm? @Rick_Bayless. Does ‘huitlacoche’ mean ’shit of god’
hey d!
If you’re ever in Edgewater and wanna grab some huraches, ping me and let me know, I’m always down for a trip to Dona Chio
Whattup Gluttons? Y’all to famous to post now? Saving up your posts for a book deal?
Nikkos-Yea, were pretty much ass out these days.
Love Dona Chio, and if I run into you there, know that I will remind you again that is *Derrion Albert*, you trying-too-hard-motherfucker.
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whoa, fall back anna. i push muhfuckas off cliffs.
Last summer I was up in Edgewater/uptown and cruised by this place they were closed.
Finally made it up there cause I have to pick up the kid from Joel Hall.
Try the huarache de flor de calabaza. Hard enough to find squash blossoms on any Chicago menu. But those of us who grew up with a backyard garden and a mamá who knew how to cook em hunt for proper renditions. The huarache tried to kill me with its sheer size but I disposed of it properly Check it.