You go at it regular sandwich style til you get to the bone, then it’s a ‘pull-the-bone-out-and-gnaw-at-it-while-eating-the-bread-mustard-for-garnish’ move.
But really, Jim’s is some real Chicago shit, especially when there’s a Bear’s game and the place is filled with people from the Local 597 Pipefitters or something. It’s a hoot.
“How can we respond? Only with our menu. Because we are better with food than with words.”
Which is ironic because the review is all about their “menu”, criticizing them for being very bad with food. Not a good reply, even if the chef thought he was being all clever.
I’m from the STL area of Illinois and have lived all over the US since age 18. Never heard of it, though we do do the peanut butter and celery stick w/o the raisins.
At first he seemed like he was going for a defense along the lines of “great cuisine, like great art, is a subjective experience…” but in the process made some kind of ham-fisted attempt to present an objective definition of who is or is not an artist?
Holy shit, at least the patrons can’t say they weren’t warned:
“Feeding people food they enjoy in quantities sufficient to sate their hunger is so unoriginal. I didn’t get into the service industry to make people happy!”
Jay Rayner said “Michelin three-star restaurant […] Le Cinq supplied by far the worst restaurant experience I have endured”. His review is well worth reading.