about greasefreak
GreaseFreak is my photographic homage to Chicago-style fast food.
It started after I took a digital picture of a particularly tasty bowl of chili and liked the results. I wasn't a huge fan of digital cameras at the time but, after the next couple of meals, it was obvious that my Canon Powershot A520 excelled at close-up, low-light shots of greasy edibles. I kept getting hungry and kept on shooting until finally, GreaseFreak.com
All foods on GreaseFreak appear exactly how they were intended to look by the folks who prepared them. I do not touch-up the food to improve appearances. My methodology works like this: I order, get the food, shoot and eat. There are a
few items, gyros sandwiches mostly, that I ordered to go and photographed at other locations. They were wrapped for travel, so their to-go appearances admittedly suffer compared to in-house orders. Certain pictures on the site are taken with another pocket camera, a Yashica T4, which is an outstanding product that shoots film but disappoints both at super close range and without a flash indoors.
I do not claim to be an expert on fast food, however my tastebuds are well aware of the merits and pitfalls of Chicago's staple meals. I've eaten countless winners and, all too often, some real stinkers that rendered me physically ill. GreaseFreak features both. To help tell the difference, I've included a four-star grading system for three basic characteristics: taste, presentation and ambience. Stars are based on strengths and weaknesses compared to others in the category, not to the best foods I have ever eaten. In very rare instances, when a meal is completely unstomachable, I use NR to relfect a non-rating. Two stars reflect an average Chicago-style fast food meal. Additional stars are awarded or subtracted based on a loose interpretation of my personal preferences and opinions that go something like this:
Beefs: Prepared properly, a good beef is as good as Chicago food gets. Likewise, a bad beef is probably the worst thing that can happen to you. Kudos to purveyors of juicy, shaved beef on a crusty bun with fresh peppers in tangy, salty broth. Almost all the beefs pictured on GreaseFreak have sweet peppers because I find that spicier alternatives, like giardanera, diminish the flavor of the beef, broth and bun, and that ain't going to happen on my watch.
Chili: As far as my stomach is concerned, chili is more like a way of life than an actual meal. Chili with a strong tomato taste, tender and tasty ground meat, and secret seasonings are a must, along with a delicate layer of grease hugging the rim of every bowl. Beans, no beans, I don't care. Feed me already.
Hot Dogs: Don't get me started. There's just too many bad hot dog stands in Chicago, places that think Chicago-style means just a bunch of stuff dumped on top. I'd say half don't fully comprehend that if you order one "with everything," it definitely includes sport peppers and celery salt, and not ketchup. And should the cook intentionally dunk the dog in the fat fryer to help impart a "snap," you got a real problem on your hands.
Turkey Clubs: People always ask me, "Why turkey clubs?" For one, the bacon. Two, the fries. Three, I eat a lot of them. I know they aren't ethnic or a local delicacy, but since every restaurant has one, turkey clubs could be the most popular menu item in town. The bacon should be crisp and the meat cut from a real bird breast versus a processed, gelatinous roll. Invariably served with three slices of toast, buttered, please.
Italian Subs: Something beautiful happens at GreaseFreak whenever Genoa salami is served on a French roll with cheese and garnish: a bottomless stomach. Save the mortadella, save the capicolla, save the pepperoni. Just the Genoa, thank you. Prosciutto if it's a pay day.
Gyros: Another sore subject here at GreaseFreak since Gyros on the Spit closed on Broadway several years ago. With the Spit's demise, homemade gyros are virtually extinct in the town that invented them. Since restaurants are serving virtually the same, filler-intense meat products, taste differences are minor. Most variables come down to presentation and garnish. Sexy, yes. Spiritually rewarding, no.
Burgers: Burgers are pretty pedestrian for Chicago-style food, but that doesn't mean it's easy to find a good one. Lunch counters almost always serve them overcooked and with too big a bun, while most of the city's most popular hamburger shacks are primarily known for serving a large patty, not necessarily a tasty one. Enlightened restuarants that serve hand-formed patties, regardless of size, fare the best in my book.
This site is by no means comprehensive and it doesn't directly address french fries, which many consider the essential ingredient to a four-star fast-food meal. Dozens of locations remain to be added, especially on the South and West sides, along with different types of sandwiches and other foods that I haven't had a chance to photograph. I add to the site as my stomach and wallet allow. New items are posted at the top left of each page. On occasion, as conditions may demand after subsequent visits, I occasionally change the ratings.
The cover photo, incidentally, is the proprietor at Jimmy's hot dog stand at Grand and Pulaski.
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