Stopped by Resi's Bierstube last night for some Ludwig weiss and potato pancakes. I walked away very full and very happy. As usual, the absolutely huge, thick pancakes were cooked perfectly--crisp on the edges and moister and more tender towards the center. While the variety of textures offered by different regions of the pancake is especially appealing to me, there is a certain over-the-top eggy and/or buttery richness to the dish that makes it totally addictive. I cannot stop eating them, really. A single order of three is more than filling, but I often find myself contemplating a double order because even too much is never enough. The scary thing is that the pancakes exercise an even firmer grip over me when I dip them in a little sour cream or applesauce--I become a grunting glutton who descends on his food like a ravenous pack animal, incapable of being satisfied. It is not a pretty picture, I know, but I must come to terms with who I am. If you want to sink to my level, stop by Resi's on Irving Park Road a half block west of Lincoln Avenue.