After the Italian tasting Otis and I walked over to Clark Dog for a bite. Here's my note:
The atmosphere was intense. There was psychosis in the air, with a middle aged man talking loudly about the white shirt clan, and how he's not afraid of them. He also liked the music, and was ready to go IN!!! (this is really true, you have to go to clark dog to believe it). The smell was greasy, I mean really greasy.
Now on to the actual fare:
2003 Cheese Steak Sandwich "Clark Dog"
Grey color, with specks of white and green (onion and pepper) layered on a big white roll. A nose of dog food, with hints of cheesiness. Was that a little feces I detected? On the palate it was big and bold, definitely masculine. I kept thinking "table scraps" and, "stray dog". Notes of beef, but not quite, with earthiness and definite barnyard. No acidity, my taste buds were overwhelmed by fat and cheese. It finished smooth and went down very easily. This could be the cheese steak of the vintage. Definitely a sleeper. 94 pts going in, and 97 pts coming out today.
******** I spend way too much money and time on wine.
Posts: 4561 | Location: Chicago | Registered: May 24, 2002
Dude, the Clark Dog has not changed at all since I lived across the street in my first apartment in 1987. There are ALWAYS 1-3 "street people" in there and they are ALWAYS in a state of full-on dementia. At least they got rid of the transvestite bar that used to be next door.
Clark Dog is truly the last resort for the hungry man. I'm really sorry I put your intestines through that gauntlet. But dammit, I was starving!
If it makes you feel any better, I too, paid the price today.
-Otis
Posts: 3248 | Location: Chicago | Registered: Apr 03, 2002
Too funny. And brought back memories. Lived in Wrigleyville/E. Lakeview for years, and yes found myself at the Clark Dog more than once in the late evening/early morning. But I never remember have a meal that was 97 pts...lol. Though I was a beer drinker then, with a less refined palate
