If you’ve been keeping tabs, this would be the time you’d normally expect find HOB and I travelling somewhere. But here we are—another Chicago staycation. There’s still Covid, but now on top of that I’ve had vertigo for three months and I am unable to take long distance transportation, Anyway, not here to whine but to tell you what I’ve been up to, given the complications. It’s like that tv show my mom used to watch in the early 2000’s, when the chefs are given a secret ingredient as a special challenge. “Start with one global pandemic with raging, deadly variant, and the secret ingredient is….vertigo! Now go make yourself a delicious and productive life in 30 mins or less.”
So I’m doing stuff close to home, in short doses. This week I took HOB to see my favorite Chicago mural, the Bridgford Foods Mural, in the Fulton Market Neighborhood, to convince him of the genius of the thing.
Why the actual heck is my favorite Chicago mural a commercial mural about the history of meatpacking? Let me convince you of the genius too.
Bridgford Foods is a meat processing facility that hired the Chicago Artist Czr Prz in 2015 to make a mural on the wall of its plant. The mural is right next to the elevated train tracks, which makes getting a picture of the complete mural fairly challenging.
For those of you who are unfamiliar with Fulton Market, here’s a brief history:
19th – 20th centuries
yuppies living in former meatpacking warehouses
high-end restaurants inside former meatpacking warehouses
corporate headquarters inside of former meatpacking warehouses
a few great murals on the walls of former meatpacking warehouses
The Bridgford mural covers the 19 – 20th centuries, with a bit of 21st century packaging thrown in.
I’m assuming the butcher guys in the lower left are some old-timey Bridgford butchers.
Ooooh those ghostly butcher-of-bygone-days faces!
This must be the warehouse for cold storing meat.
And the Fulton Market storefronts with abstract miasmas under their awnings.
Let’s just stop here and talk about how the artist is just full on embracing the slaughterhouse vibe with that dominating blood red paint.
Sneak peak over to the lower right with a domino fall of sliced pepperoni underneath the weirdly lovely pink and red hanging sausages. Grimacing butcher man surveys the scene.
Yeah you saw the pepperoni dominos, but were you ready for a freaking beef jerky mountain!??!
Okay best part right here.
The artist put the ghost signs in. Do you know ghost signs—they’re the faded signs of advertisements past. But these are new ghost signs but on an old building.
If you want to eat old-school, pre-yuppie Fulton Market, I have it on good authority that J.P Graziano serves primo cured meat sandwiches.
We opted for the cannoli.
I’m not sure I sold HOB on the meat mural but he was most definitely a fan of that cannoli.