The heart wants what the heart wants.
So if your heart wants a crazy giant burger that has a fried egg on top of it, you get your heart a crazy giant burger with a fried egg on top of it.
Hence, welcome to Kuma’s Too, a new Lakeview outpost of the famed take-no-prisoners burger spot, slated to open tomorrow.
Consider this an early meat-shaped valentine. Really, it’s only fitting. You of course have had a torrid love affair with the original Kuma’s for years. The blaring heavy metal. The Black Sabbath burger with chili, pepper jack and red onion. The High on Fire with sriracha, roasted red pepper, grilled pineapple and sweet chili paste. And that monstrosity known as the Pantera, with ranchero sauce, bacon, cheddar and monterey jack. Okay, so the whiskey helped a lot.
The good news is all of that is making its presence known here—the menu is pretty much exactly the same. The decor: hell-orange walls and Slayer, Metallica and other headbanging posters. The address: 666 W Diversey, naturally.
So imagine the romance of it all: you and your date look into each other’s eyes over hot sausage grit fritters and Pig Destroyer pulled-pork sandwiches. The dulcet tones of Iron Maiden and Led Zeppelin perfume the air.
As you suspected, it smells like bacon.
So if your heart wants a crazy giant burger that has a fried egg on top of it, you get your heart a crazy giant burger with a fried egg on top of it.
Hence, welcome to Kuma’s Too, a new Lakeview outpost of the famed take-no-prisoners burger spot, slated to open tomorrow.
Consider this an early meat-shaped valentine. Really, it’s only fitting. You of course have had a torrid love affair with the original Kuma’s for years. The blaring heavy metal. The Black Sabbath burger with chili, pepper jack and red onion. The High on Fire with sriracha, roasted red pepper, grilled pineapple and sweet chili paste. And that monstrosity known as the Pantera, with ranchero sauce, bacon, cheddar and monterey jack. Okay, so the whiskey helped a lot.
The good news is all of that is making its presence known here—the menu is pretty much exactly the same. The decor: hell-orange walls and Slayer, Metallica and other headbanging posters. The address: 666 W Diversey, naturally.
So imagine the romance of it all: you and your date look into each other’s eyes over hot sausage grit fritters and Pig Destroyer pulled-pork sandwiches. The dulcet tones of Iron Maiden and Led Zeppelin perfume the air.
As you suspected, it smells like bacon.
