When we lived uptown, our standard route to the expressway, say to o'hare, was to down lawrence. Lawrence, a street constantly worth driving down for its urban panorama. From the lake west, is there any street that features more ethnicity, more Chicagoness? George's, with its roast pig and roast lamb advertising, always beckoned. Perhaps, however, an eternal for sale sign in its window kept us away. Until saturday.
Spurred by Harry V's review, and secured by a coin toss, we ate folded slices of very good pizza at New York Pizza. Well, being across the street from George's, I finally had no excuse to visit. Like so many other things in life, I could only say, what took me so long.
What a whiff upon entrance. The various sausages, ribs, and other meats nearly force you to buy them with their glorious smoky ordor. What, what to buy. English was not a strong suit in this place. I settled for something described as spicy and was then passed on to someone with more similiar language skills. He guided me to some additional finds: a milder beef sausage--good for kids he said, some roast lamb and a hot peper spread (not the best brand he said, they were out of that, but good enough).
There were all sorts of interesting looking pickles and other canned goods and a full selection of eastern european liquors. Rumanian imature brandy anyone?
George's Liquor and Deli is on Lawrence just east of Dammen (by the sears)