Big & Littles

After a somewhat disappointing visit to Carbon in search of the preeminent fish taco, my husband convinced me to sally forth yet again.  I was puzzled by my reaction to Carbon's breaded fish taco.  I remembered how people throughout Chicago love their stuff.  That's when I realized that I was pretty much opposed to breaded fish in general.

It occurred to me.

22 years of Lent in an Irish Catholic household = 22 years of frozen breaded fish sticks.

I view breaded fish as a punishment.  A sacrifice.  Something to lay before the nuns as testament to my holy devotion to God. 

Now fish soaked in butter, garlic, or wine?  Entirely different story.

So next up was Big & Little's:

Sadly, the place has discontinued their famed Mahi Mahi tacos due to price constraints, but still offers a pretty decent tilapia version.  Because I volunteered to share my order, Joe went out on a limb and ordered the foie gras just to see what that was all about.  Chicago had banned foie gras years back, so we felt a little rebellious eating the forbidden fruit (or duck liver?) of Eden that is the near north side of Chicago.

For those with less sophisticated palates, foie gras just tastes like flavorless egg foo young.  Joe took one bite before he grabbed Jack's burger to get the taste out of his mouth.

Jack's hamburger, as it turned out, was one of the best hamburgers ever.  And we're hamburger people.  It was juicy and flavorful and worth going back to try again.  Jack started crying at one point about how everybody always eats his food.  We offered him some foie gras.

Despite the adventure, we still had not found that elusive perfect fish taco. 

Where to turn next?

....to be continued.....