I hardly know where to start.
Aw hell, let's start in the Gordon Square district--at the Happy Dog, where you can get one of those hot dogs--the best dog I ever ate--and deluge it in any combo of about a hundred toppings, or keep it classic with sauerkraut and some Stadium Mustard. Wash it down with an ice cold Carling's Black Label. The dog'll run you five bucks; the beer's two. Now that is some classic Clevo.
... Oh my God--LUXE. Get the short ribs. They're served with a gnocchi so tender and perfect that when you spear one of those darling pasta bits and gather a few savory threads from the fall-off-the-bone braised rib and drag it all through the bleu cheese sauce and put the whole beautiful thing in your mouth, you will wonder how life can be so sublime.
Latitude 41n, which is wrapped in this fried pizza dough who-knows-what stuff. Who cares? It's chewy on the inside and crispy on the outside and yeasty all over. Best part is that it's stuffed with something incredible--like their warm chicken salad. That's big ol' chunks of chicken amid bits of tomato and crunchy celery in a perfectly seasoned herbed mayo-based dressing.
... you could stop at Sweet Moses for one of their sundaes. Try the tin roof with the salted pecans and chocolate sauce and caramel sauce and fresh whipped cream. If there's a way to describe those rich fresh pecans, which are sort of oily in that perfect nut way and just salty enough to balance the richness of the homemade ice cream and those sauces (which are worth the price of admission on their own), I'm not sure what it is, but it's the way you're supposed to eat ice cream and it will set the bar for every ice cream experience for the rest of your life.
... Since you're so close to 25th Street, why not stop at Crop and get their pan-seared scallops, which have that slight bit of caramelized crust from the sear and are served on tiny polenta cakes. The whole thing is drizzled in a lobster cream sauce that is just ... well ... holy shit. Get one of their Gin-Ginger Gimlets for a perfect spicy sweet citrusy contrast to this heavenly bite.
Good christ. I'm stuffed.
But if you still want more, there is more. Plenty more. Just hop over to Fresh Water to see what a bevy of local notables have to add to this list courtesy of yours truly.
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