Oysters - To Chew or Spit at Heartland Cafe

A popular restaurant in Rogers Park was shut down for filth and vermin by city inspectors this morning, but not a word from "The Urban Coaster" tabloid. (See post below this one for that story.) The Urban Coaster claims to present "all the news that fits the neighborhood." So where is The Urban Coaster today on the story of the Heartland Cafe's multiple health code violations already getting moldy? They're nowhere. The Urban Coaster, apparently, doesn't feel that news of a local public health threat "fits" the neighborhood. That's especially true for the socialist propaganda rag because the owners of the Heartland are politically cozy with the UC's gang of three, Jim Ginderske, Tom Westgard and Francis Scumellari. Two of Heartland Cafe's partners, Michael James and Katy Hogan, are self-avowed socialists and are politically sympathetic to The Urban Coaster's far-left writing. The Urban Coaster's food columnist seems to be ignoring the Heartland Cafe story too, which is especially odd since he writes a food column for the Coaster and is himself the owner of a little catering company. Terry "The Chef" Feingold wrote a glowing report about oysters being served at the officially filthy, vermin-infested Heartland Cafe recently. Here's a snippet: The subject of oysters comes up recently because one of our neighborhood restaurants, the Heartland Café (7000 N. Glenwood Ave.), has been offering fresh, plump, delicious Blue Point oysters on the half-shell on Friday evenings for about four weeks now. Stop on by the Buffalo bar through April to get a taste for yourself. Terry knows well the patron reactions because he shucked about one hundred of those oysters on the first night they were presented for sale (Michael James’ birthday). Terry also polished off a few himself.. Full column... Feingold did not say whether he had to spit mouse droppings as he stuffed those oysters into his pie hole. Perhaps he thought the rodent feces added a certain, delicate je ne se qua. There are a couple of odd things about Feingold's column. First, Feingold is Jewish and claims to steer away from pork, so it's odd that he's eating and waxing poetic about oysters, which are also a no-no for Jewish people who adhere to Kosher food laws as Feingold claims to. Second, Feingold should have a food safety certification from the City of Chicago as required for caterers, yet somehow his expert eye missed all the mouse shit that has been, according to the City of Chicago Department of Health, nicely distributed throughout the restaurant. When can we expect The Urban Coaster to present this important story about a public health threat to Rogers Park, the neighborhood they claim to serve? RELATED: Sweetheart Run overall winner Jesus "Chuy" Mendoza (written by Michael James, co-owner of the filthy, contaminated Heartland Cafe) Chicago News Bench RSS Feed Cool Stuff...

Audacity of the Wall: Rogers Park Screwed Again

Here's the deal: You lose, Rogers Park. The incompetent clowns at the Loyola Park Advisory Council (LPAC) and the callous jerks at the Loyola Park Advisory Council and Rogers Park Community Council (RPCC) don't care about quality workmanship.

Or about the artists who will paint the wall on June 14 and 15 at Loyola Park.

The inside scoop: Katy Hogan is the Queen of the Event. Last year, the wall was not properly cleaned in preparation for artists to paint on it. Artists are charged $30 and up for the privilege, and deserve a properly prepared wall on which to paint. But like year, this year's preparation was done half-assedly.

The Bench has learned that this year Mizz Hogan delegated the responsibility for cleaning the wall to one Terry Feingold, caterer to 49th Ward Democrats and chowder purveyor. Miss Hogan, part owner of the infamous Heartland Cafe, has apparently been too busy keeping partner Michael "Comrade" James in line.

Feingold couldn't manage the complicated job of getting old paint off of a wall. Perhaps he has been too busy with his Gold N Pear catering company, which has an English-only web site. In any case, the wall was only partially scraped and then sprayed white. Already, however, the wall is peeling and cracking - just like last year.

Shame on Katy Hogan. Shame on Terry Feingold. Shame on the Loyola Park Advisory Council (LPAC) and the Loyola Park Advisory Council and Rogers Park Community Council (RPCC). For more information call 773-262-8605. Let them know that you're pissed off and disgusted by their audacity.

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Dr. Soup Goes Espanol!

Finally! Congrats to former hypocrite Terry Feingold, caterer to the scum of the North Shore Political Machine. On March 6, Mr. Feingold followed strict orders from Joe Moore when he actually asked the new publisher of the News-Star newspaper if they had plans to print a Spanish-language version. But what about Feingold's own web site? "Thirty percent of the people in Rogers Park speak Spanish," Feingold said at the March 6 gathering to meet the new owner and editors of the News-Star. "Do you have plans to print a Spanish edition?" He was politely told that his suggestion was ridiculous, and one Latina in the room whispered to The Bench that the News-Star should print a Spanish edition as soon as La Raza ("the race") prints an English version. But when he asked the question, Feingold himself was guilty of ignoring "30 percent" of Rogers Park. The web site of his catering company, Gold'N Pear, was in English only. Was Feingold anti-Latino? Was his corn chowder and chipped beef on toast just too good for Hispanics? Well here's good news! The Gold'N Pear web site is now en Espanol! Check it out!

FASTEN YOUR SEAT BELTS

First, she's dumb enough to "vote" with an "invisible ink pen." Then, after being written about by newspapers and bloggers nationwide, she's dumb enough to write a letter of complaint to two local bloggers. It must be remember that she, herself, is a blogger. The foul part of it all: Amy "I'm not dumb" Carlton was dumb enough to write a letter asking Craig (Broken Heart) and I (this blog) to back off - after liberally insulting us in the same breath. She continued her fit of stupidity by copying the email to one of the most reviled men on the north side of Chicago, Tom "wee wee" Westgard, a liar and a bigoted pig of small, underemployed mechanics liens attorney who has lately been spending more time licking the boots of Alderman Joe Moore here in the 49th than he has been with clients. But I digress. By copying others in what should have remained a private email, Carlton foolishly put Craig and I into a position of having to respond, lest it appear that we backed down. Ironically, that's exactly what Carlton's new mentor, wee wee, was hoping for. No, that's not the ironic part. The ironic part is that Westgard is apparently unfamiliar with the old bit of advice to be careful what one wishes for. He has unleashed more than he thinks he has. He has enemies within his own party. Tom Westgard disgusts many, and many are starting to say so who would not have a year ago. The gloves are off. Not just for Westgard. No, not for poor pitiful Amy Carlton, who is yesterday's news and just one more useful idiot pawn in the insideous game that Westgard, Ginderske, Moore, Fagus, and others in this rotten 49th Ward play with sadistic delight. Amy Carlton was forgotten until she made the mistake of copying Westgard and Company, and of having the unmittigated nerve to ask Broken Heart and The Bench to back off just because we have the misfortune of living in close proximity to her. Did Amy Carlton launch an email campaign to ask bloggers nationwide to back off? No, of course not. Why not? Because she - and more to the point - her handlers Westgard & Company, would get no political mileage out harassing a blogger in, say, Sarasota, Florida. The cheap trick of bringing her allegedly ailing mother in law into the fracas is unforgiveable. SHE brought that poor lady into this, not Broken Heart or The Bench. In a cheap bid to grab sympathy, Carlton and Westgard are hypocritical. How many times did they laugh about Nancy Reagan's misfortune of nursing a husband suffering from alzheimer's? They are not compassionate, and to beg for compassion so cheaply is disgusting. Furthermore, for Thomas J. Westgate to AGAIN invoke the imagery of Nazis and the Third Reich is so hideously typical of not just Westgard but of so many on the Left that is almost laughable. Tom Westgard STILL owes the world an apology for slandering a perfectly decent man, Don Gordon, as a Nazi. Westgard is about as low as you can get, and is barely tolerated by the Moore camp but for his usefulness as a waterboy. It is well known that when Anne Sullivan jumped from the Gordon aldermanic camp to Joe Moore's, she briefly considered going to the Ginderske camp. Ginderske himself told me, however, that Sullivan chose Moore over him because she could not bear the thought of working with the likes of Westgard, who one year ago was "managing" Ginderske's amateurish bid for public office. This is just the beginning, people. It's gonna git rough. I wrote a letter to a new friend earlier this evening. I'd like to share part of it with you: I can't begin to tell you how good it was to read your note (below). You are truly a free thinker, and God love you for that. Fasten your seat belt, the ride is going to get bumpy. You know that I am a "conservative," for lack of a better term; but I have great sympathy for friends and neighbors who consider themselves to be Democrats, for their own party has been hijacked by a wicked alliance of the Far Left and Machine Politics. They tell me this themselves, that they are disgusted with their own party. Sadder still, however, is the fact that most of them repeatedly chant that they could never vote for a conservative or a Republican, even in the face of overwhelmingly depressing facts. Facts: Todd Stroger. Rob Blagojevich. Nancy Pelosi. David Fagus. And on and on and on. So here's where the seat belts are advised: I intend to take the gloves off. No more holding back. Oh, I won't use the cheap trick of using Revolutionary Truth (lies used as a means to an end, and the end always justifies the means for the Leftists). But I will hit harder than I have previously with actual truth. No sanctuary for the bastards, no quarter, no mercy. I hope you enjoy the fireworks. You may wish to publicly distance yourself from me. But here is a serious, very serious request. Keep doing what you've been doing. Keep up the public discussion. Wake up your fellow Democrats to the threat from the Lunatics, from the Westgard-Ginderske-Fagus types. The Soviet Union came to be in a quick and brutal revolution. The revolution that is happening right now, right beneath our noses, is being sold to us with a dash of granola, sex and fear of polar bear extinction. It scares the hell out of me, and I pride myself in not being a paranoid. It is painful to see so many around me, blind to that which is so obvious, perhaps to obvious that it goes unnoticed by the masses. The People need a cold bucket of water in their collective face. It is not too late. But the moment of no return is but moments away. History is a good barometer of what the political weather will be in the near future. Right now, the reading says "storm ahead." I know which side I am on, which side I will be on, which side I must be on. The lunatics will chatter and scream. The sane will recognize the Truth, as they always do.