Before I developed a taste for Jerry’s endless meandering riffs, Bobby’s good old boy (not always in tune) harmonizing, and Phil’s psych theatrics, I was drawn to the idea of the parking lot. An unregulated open air market, where concert venues seemingly turned a blind eye toward the peddling of illicit substances, hippie crafts, expensive beer, and a certain genre of veggie stoner junk food. I found my calling in the hawking of the more wholesome latter category, my specialty: the grilled cheese.
Before I got into the handpainted PVC didgeridoo game, I’d happily pocket hundreds of dollars a day slinging buttery, gooey grilled cheese sandwiches constructed the way most of our moms made them out of cheap squishy white bread and American cheese singles. That would set you back a buck back in ’95. Looking for a more gourmand experience? Add tomato for 50¢. What really lured in the munchie- addled hordes of patchwork clad, patchouli stinking college kids was a little trick I discovered smoking my way through my family’s spice rack– a sprinkle of oregano would not only add a classy touch to the sandwich, but the over-spill off the sandwich would inevitably burn on the hot pan, releasing a musky herbal scent in the vicinity, enticing more and more hippies.
So to celebrate the Dead’s “final” shows this 4th of July holiday at Soldier Field as well as the spirit of hippie entrepreneurship, I’m dusting off the old Coleman camp stove and The Piranha Club will host a grilled cheese party. $5 for a grilled cheese, chips, & a drink. Your choice of the “junkie” made the way mom would on squishy white bread with singles or the “crusty” made on a crusty sourdough with a proprietary artisanal cheese blend. $1 add ons include tomato, avocado, ham, or bacon. There will probably be some Sierra Nevadas and Sammy Smiths on hand as well. Vendors welcome, so bring your custom devil sticks, hemp necklaces, and patchwork pipe totes on down! It’ll be a regular shake down street!
The Piranha Club Presents: Cheese Your Face: 7/4
Saturday, July 4th. 1-4 PM
@ Roots & Culture, 1034 N Milwaukee Ave.
Before I developed a taste for Jerry’s endless meandering riffs, Bobby’s good old boy (not always in tune) harmonizing, and Phil’s psych theatrics, I was drawn to the idea of the parking lot. An unregulated open air market, where concert venues seemingly turned a blind eye toward the peddling of illicit substances, hippie crafts, expensive beer, and a certain genre of veggie stoner junk food. I found my calling in the hawking of the more wholesome latter category, my specialty: the grilled cheese.
Before I got into the handpainted PVC didgeridoo game, I’d happily pocket hundreds of dollars a day slinging buttery, gooey grilled cheese sandwiches constructed the way most of our moms made them out of cheap squishy white bread and American cheese singles. That would set you back a buck back in ’95. Looking for a more gourmand experience? Add tomato for 50¢. What really lured in the munchie- addled hordes of patchwork clad, patchouli stinking college kids was a little trick I discovered smoking my way through my family’s spice rack– a sprinkle of oregano would not only add a classy touch to the sandwich, but the over-spill off the sandwich would inevitably burn on the hot pan, releasing a musky herbal scent in the vicinity, enticing more and more hippies.
So to celebrate the Dead’s “final” shows this 4th of July holiday at Soldier Field as well as the spirit of hippie entrepreneurship, I’m dusting off the old Coleman camp stove and The Piranha Club will host a grilled cheese party. $5 for a grilled cheese, chips, & a drink. Your choice of the “junkie” made the way mom would on squishy white bread with singles or the “crusty” made on a crusty sourdough with a proprietary artisanal cheese blend. $1 add ons include tomato, avocado, ham, or bacon. There will probably be some Sierra Nevadas and Sammy Smiths on hand as well. Vendors welcome, so bring your custom devil sticks, hemp necklaces, and patchwork pipe totes on down! It’ll be a regular shake down street!