Today at noon, a handful of intrepid pioneers of the palate will strike out on a Homeric quest to chow-around-the clock. Starting at legendary Mannys, 1141 S. Jefferson (named #1 Deli by Chicago Citysearch), we step boldly forth to push outward the lunatic fringe of the Chicago Chowhound frontier. Undeterred by thoughts of sleep, or even normal human behavior, driven only by a need to prove that we can do what has never been done before (at least to the best our knowledge): We will eat from Friday noon to Saturday noon, on the Southside, Westside, on the North and Near North and as far as we can go on the East, journeying to the misty plains of Elmwood Park, to the ritual rail-rimmed tracks of Maywood, we will eat and eat again, fearlessly seeking out the authentic, and really very, very hungry.
Chowhounds of Chicago, throw off your common sense and grab a fork you have nothing to lose and much to gain (Im conservatively estimating about 2-3 pounds each).
Want to join in? Thats the spirit! Call me on my cellphone 708-902-3969 anytime after 11:30 today, and Ill give you a heads-up on the current trajectory of our itinerary. We have some major culinary landmarks to visit (including the much heralded Johnnies, pre-dawn Pakistani cab joints, Ednas, and maybe Goose Island Shrimp).
So if youre sitting at home today or tonight, or even early Saturday morning, questioning what it all means, then dont think, eat. The yawning, indifferent void waits to swallow us all -- fill it with mouthfuls of memorable morsels.
In vittles, veritas.