by Kimberly Peiffer - 51 Reviews - 84 List
Bad day? Even worse blind date? Horrifyingly embarassing experience you can't get out of your head? Bring on the calories. Cheesy pizza, greasy fries, decadent cake; when we're feeling down, we call to food to get us through the day, despite the nay-saying of our therapist. But not just any food; we're after that satisfying comfort food that feels so good with each bite, we just can't put our fork down. Here's where we go in Chicago when we want to eat our feelings. (Photo: Rockit Bar and Grill)
Updated: September 10, 2010
Food coma, here we come. When greasy pizza is at the height of priority, the cheesy deep dish pizza at Giordano's is a no-brainer. Pounds of cheese atop a buttery crust with greasy pepperoni and sausage makes anyone feel better; it's like a magic potion in food-form.
Whether you're choosing to splurge on the juicy prime rib steak with potato and fixings or you're calming your sweet tooth with their giant (and we mean giant) desserts, we feel these dishes are definitely therapist-approved.
Rough night last night? Head to brunch at this always-packed Wicker Park hotspot. It's worth the wait, especially when your order of White Chocolate & Caramel Covered Pretzel Pancakes (crushed pretzel coated pancakes with warm white chocolate cream and topped with buttery caramel) arrives to you on a platter.
Heart attack on a plate? Perhaps? Pure bliss? Confirmed. This Wells Street breakfast and lunch spot serves up the surf 'n turf-- a toasted english muffin, one half topped with beef tenderloin steak strips and the other with lightly breaded shrimp, then smothered with two poached eggs and some homemade hollandaise sauce. Other dishes--from the creme-topped crepes to burgers--are there for us when we're in need of a serious distraction.
When a problematic sugar fix isn't going to be cured with a Twinkie, head up to Southport to this European-style cafe and bakery. Blueberry tarts, milk chocolate Bavarian cream cakes, strudels and tortes are hard to choose from; but hey, its perfectly acceptable to take home one of everything, isn't it?
Some days, a turkey on wheat sammie just won't do. So we turn to Al's beef, where a sloppy, toasty, greasy Italian beef sandwich smothered in cheese makes us feel like a million bucks--even if half of it is dripping down our chin instead of in our mouths.