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Indigenous-inspired fermentation fraternity Piñatta comes out of retirement at the next Monday Night Foodball

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By Mike Sula Verified
| Chicago Reader Verified
The 33-week-old anti–foie gras protest outside Lincoln Park’s Galit is a bonfire of the inanities that shows no signs of extinguishing. There are all sorts of productive measures for responding to such nontroversies. You can satirize. You can journalize. You can ignore.
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Hija de Maria strikes the fire on a new Monday Night Foodball lineup

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By Mike Sula Verified
| Chicago Reader Verified
Itzel Hernández drew her breath in the Pasillo de Humo and saw a vision. Smoke Alley in Oaxaca City’s Mercado 20 de Noviembre is a place that chefs dream of. And a place where their dreams come true. Hernández rose above the crowd and floated down the hall flanked by stalls laminated with glistening sheets of salted beef and chili-stained butterflied pork. Ropes of chubby red sausages dangled in the air, bathed in the haze rising from the flaming grills stationed next to each vendor.
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A new summer lineup marks a half-decade of Monday Night Foodball

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By Mike Sula Verified
| Chicago Reader Verified
When I was five years old I lost my lunch all over the back of Todd Smith’s pleather jacket. We were on the way home, sitting near the back of the bus, as aspiring miscreants do. But I dropped out of that track as soon as the sour slurry of PB&J and milk carton moo juice rolled to the front and then back again with each pump of the brake pedal. My classmates’ collective outrage was too much to bear.
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