CHIReview
Included In
Dear Mr. and Mrs. Rancic,
Hey there - us again. We don’t know if you remember, but we wrote a review on RPM Steak a few months back. In case you didn’t catch it, a quick summary is “wanted to hate it but couldn’t because it’s wonderful.” It’s not that we dislike you. In fact, we think you’re both quite charming and entertaining. But we were pretty adamant that there was no way reality TV vets could execute a Chicago steakhouse well. The formula just didn’t add up, but you proved us wrong.
And then you f*cking did it again for us with delicious Italian food.
How do you do it? No seriously, how do you do it? We pride ourselves on not falling victim to herd mentality. Things like celebrity endorsements and mega- bucks backed promotion go against our religion. But...you make great restaurants, and we keep going back to try more things. Mama DePandi’s Bucatini? Excellent. Eggplant parm? We didn’t even like eggplant before coming here. Tartufo? We’ll take six.
We’re not writing this letter to proclaim our love for the food (it’s great), the space (we’re very into it), or the service (at the very minimum, we would like to be Facebook friends with the charming wait staff). We’re writing this letter because you’ve sent us into quite a tailspin. We didn’t think you could do it once, let alone twice. We’re starting to question everything. We’ve downloaded every Kardashian app (there are 5). We’re listening to “Tardy for the Party” on endless loop. And our Amazon basket is filled with every product from Snooki’s tanning line.
Please send help.