Need proof of the existence of god? Look no further than summer in Chicago.
Exhibit A) The Stanley Cup Finals Game 6. Two goals in 17 seconds? Not even Saint Patrick (Kane) can explain that one.
Exhibit B) Blackwood BBQ, downtown's new temple of slow-smoked meat that brings together a holy trinity of pork, chicken, and beef.
Walk up to the counter and feast your eyes on the glistening array of 14-hour smoked meat which, much like the Popemobile, is enshrined within protective glass casing.
Now that the pilgrimage has been made, it's time to choose between worshiping the patron saint of pulled chicken or beef brisket, served in the form of a sandwich, platter, or salad (probably not that last one). Or go for the Sunday night sampler which combines all three meats into a saucy food sermon.
Like any sanctuary, this carnivorous cathedral houses its share of deities, including mac ‘n’ cheese covered in an ungodly amount of bread crumb toppings. And baked beans adorned with apostolic amounts of bacon, as well as fresh coleslaw and cornbread.
One thing left to do: pray to the BBQ gods that you return to work without a shirt covered in holy sauce.
Price: 2 (out of 4)
Noise: 3 (out of 4)
Subway: Blue, Brown, Orange, Green or Pink Like to Clark and Lake
Scene: Ravenously hungry downtown number-crunchers and office employees seeking a meat conversion
Best bets: Pulled pork; pulled chicken; sliced brisket
Nearby: Prime Bar; 312 Chicago; Midtown Kitchen + Bar