Chicago is a great city for so many reasons, but I think it really stands out on dining. It’s the reason that I left 10 or so more pounds (let’s be real, 15) heavier than when I arrived. Some of it is no doubt age. Some of it is no doubt tapas.
There are, I’m sure, a bunch of other “where to eat” guides for Chicago, and talk to any local and they’ll likely poo-poo on my list in favor of a lengthy one that they’ve crafted themselves. I get it, it’s HARD. Thankfully, I have a few friends in my back pocket and while I’m offering my favorite places to eat in Chicago, they’re also offering theirs.