Review Preview: The Wedge


This week I visit the Wedge, a South City bar with a small -- but interesting -- selection of food:
A list of all the disgusting foods I've eaten while smashed could fill twice the space I'm allotted here. Sometimes the damage is self-inflicted. Beer-soaked grad-school nights often ended with a microwaved concoction I dubbed the Nachos of Death. I'll spare you a detailed description. The microwave in question belonged to my girlfriend: she did agree to marry me -- though not until several years after the nachos' final appearance.
Check back here tomorrow to see what I think.