Yo yo yo! More to read on the foie gras smackdown that erupted earlier this week. Thuggie MC Charlie T (Trotter, that is) ain't backin' down from his dis of foie gras and Rickie (Caviar Staircase to Pain) Tramonto. Charlie T says he didn't want to hurt no homies but he's got to keep it real, yo.
Earlier this week, Charlie T. said he wasn't down with foie gras, called out Caviar Rickie, and proclaimed his liver so fat it could BE fois gras. Well peeps talk and Anthony "Dew Rag" Bourdain said the buzz was all like "Whaaaa?" and "Huhhh?" and "Didn't you just serve foie gras two weeks ago at Food and Wine's crib?"
Ooooooh. That did it. Charlie T. Went MENTAL! No man, he didn't serve it. It was those wannabes with him and foie gras is still wack. Later he dished about the feud, "You know what? If I hear something that I don't like, I will say whatever it takes, and I'll send a message," Trotter rapped. "If I have to use some sarcasm or open a can of whup-ass or do whatever, I'll do what I have to do."*
Send a message! A can of Whup-Ass - giant-size! And he gets those things wholesale! I don't know if you've seen Charlie T. in a fists-of fury frenzy, but believe me, you do not want to see this man get Suge Knight on you.
Caviar Rickie may be feeling it. He showed some respect this week to Charlie T so you may not see a gang war break out between the Near North and the... uh.. slightly Norther and a little bit Wester Near North side. Pour out some truffle oil for those lost in this fight.
Next week in four star Chicago Gang Wars, Grant Achatz gets a pastry bag tip in the chest from Gale Gand, and Homaru Cantu gets a truffle between the eyes in a drive-by by Arun Sampanthavivat...
*No, really, he said exactly that, word for word including the words "can of whup-ass". Check out Mark Caro's story if you don't believe me. Mark, where are you hiding Bill Daley? Be kind. He's not used to the rough streets of Chicago's fine dining scene yet.