Serious work a-brewing

You heard it here first: a new journalism outlet in Chicago, in collaboration with…

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CivicLab is a new-ish space in the West Loop for folks who want to innovate in the public sphere–their tagline was recently changed to “Making Democracy.” As I understand it—and this is a gross over-simplification—they’re piggy-backing on the makerspace/hackerspace movement to do some good in the body politic.

At any rate, as their first resident reporter, I’ll be host and editor of a new audio show we’re calling “Some Assembly Required.” A show about civics. Broad enough to generate awesome content for years to come. Focused enough to not be a cop-out.

Just don’t call it a “podcast.” We’re having fun, but we’re doing serious work.

More to come.

Heard! – A kitchen conversation

A true story, with fairly accurate quotes. Setting: an anonymous Chicago restaurant (not mine) on a slow Sunday evening.

Server to line cook: “Hey man, that big bowl o’ dicks isn’t gonna make itself.”
Line cook: “I’ll get right on that big bowl o’ dicks.”
[Manager overhears conversation from office, telephones the kitchen line]
Manager to Sous Chef: “How much longer on that big bowl o’ dicks?”
Sous Chef, calling out to kitchen: “How much longer on that big bowl o’ dicks?!”
Line cook: “We’re dragging on the big bowl ‘o dicks!!”
Prep cook: “All day, big bowl ‘o dicks!”

Leftovers brunch

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This was last week’s impromptu brunch for four at my house, when the roommate arrived with some farmer’s market goodies and I paired it with the junk collecting in our fridge.

My favorite dish? So simple: Scrambled eggs, green onions, chevre, and the Vietnamese chili oil naam prik pao.

But the mushroom sautee with wilted root veggie greens came in second. For it we scored some killer shiitake, maitake, bunashimeji, oyster.

Last but not least, that’s Arize Kombucha lightening up the meal. Thanks, Nathan!

Radio kit

Radio kitI’m slowly building a radio reporting kit. Now just to train on some editing software. Any Hindenburg coaches out there?

Yes, I work five shifts a week at Ruxbin Kitchen and one at Pleasant House Bakery. What’s one more shift of journalism, on my own terms? Or a couple more half days, for that matter?

My evil plan of investigator-by-day, restaurateur-by-night progresses.

Today it’s in the form of new gear to fill out that weathered Domke bag: a Tascam  DR-40 and a Rode NTG-2 with a furry windscreen.

Which means when I show up on your suburban doorstep and ask why you pushed that product into the marketplace despite knowing its health hazards, your response will come in loud and clear.

So will interviews of cooks, on- and off-the-record. And of dudes guiding rafts through whitewater. And Warmshowers folks hosting us.

I love Warmshowers nearly as much as I love telling stories.

Ate at Green Zebra tonight.

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A meal of spectacular mushy peas by colleagues at Pleasant House Bakery; sour “feral” orange; and bran-flecked sourdough from Peerless Bread And Jam. Combo and cameraphone photo by yours truly.

The Green Zebra meal was pretty great. It wasn’t all perfect, but now that I’m in the industry, I think I’m going to stop calling out chefs publicly on any less-than-stellar products. If I were a chef, I’d rather someone give me suggestions one-on-one. So that’s what I’ll do for now.

The name of my Twitter feed has changed to reflect my change in philosophy. Instead of posing as a facetious resto snob, I’ll be a journalist hack who sometimes talks about food. Find me at twitter.com/muckrakery.

For the record, my favorite dishes at Green Zebra were the barley “risotto,” the mushroom pate, and a sour cherry dessert. And an orange cream soda.

Oh yes — I work in the restaurant industry. I can definitively say that now. Before, sure, I worked at the late City Provisions. (May it rest in peace.) But I wasn’t really planning for an “industry career.”

Now I can say I’m in it. Like, in it all the way. I work in the kitchen and dining room at Pleasant House Bakery—your friendly neighborhood savory pie and British food emporium. And mid-week I train as an expediter at Ruxbin Kitchen.

I need to continue the journalism life. By now, after five years, it’s in my blood. But while some ink-bloods I know mope waiting for the editors to come a-calling, I’ve found something I love. And I’m gonna fucking do it.

Postscript: Isn’t it silly to have such a golden domain name and not milk it for what it’s worth? I think I’m gonna dump a lot of ideas here in the near future. I’ve been acting like a businessman, keeping my cards near my chest. But who cares if someone takes ’em. I’ve come to think it’s all about the implementation.

Which means if I’ve given you ideas in the recent past and you’ve sat on them, you’d best get a move on.