Feed (Restaurant, Humboldt Park)


Location: 2803 W. Chicago Ave
Phone: (773) 489-4600
Website: feedrestaurantchicago.com
Cuisine: American
Reservations: No

I could watch a rotisserie chicken rotate for hours. The tubby little bird with all its friends skewered in a row, turning and dripping it’s deliciousness on its downstairs neighbor. If you too appreciate the simplicity of a down-home roasted chicken then I shall let you in on a little Humboldt Park secret. “Feed” might refer to the simple seeds that Chickens pluck at but it’s also the restaurant where you’ll soon be plucking at.

There’s nobody in Chicago who has so perfectly devoted its simple eatery to the Gallus gallus domesticus (chicken), and I mean devoted. Pictures of chickens fill up the walls (and one photo of Elvis), a clucking egg dispenser will lay a toy for a quarter and the golden birds themselves are easily viewed right behind the counter. But don’t let the kitsch fool you, these birds are seriously tasty and the sides are no less important. The fried okra, collared greens and corn pudding are worth the trip alone. I’ve even been deterred from my bird plucking ritual by the pulled pork sandwich and fried catfish which simply refuse to be shadowed by the fowl. They’ve also started serving breakfast. I haven’t it yet, but with down home cooking this good I don’t see how you can go wrong.

The joint is cash only and BYOB so come prepared and grab a picnic table early before they run out of birds. Donna Knezek (Leo’s Lunchroom) and Liz Sharp are the owners and have a good track record in the city. When they first opened you’d grab your own Dr. Pepper from the cooler and bus your own trays but now cute hipster waitresses will do the work for you. The price of success I suppose.

So if you’ve got a hankering for comfort food but don’t want your bird fried then head to Feed for country road cooking without the country. Tell em Dave sent ya (they don’t really know me but you can say it anyway).

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David Frankel McLean

About David Frankel McLean

I’ve been thinking philosophically about Chicago since I was jaywalking the streets at the age of 10. I don’t root for both baseball teams and I don’t put Ketchup on my hot dogs. When someone says they’re a Chicagoan they are speaking of a heritage and a doctrine, not just a location. What that doctrine is I’m not entirely sure, it’s constantly changing with the growth of the city and I’ll spend my entire life trying to figure it out.

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