When that restaurant that’s always there suddenly isn’t there anymore, people have a few things to say about it:
This is where I run into a problem as a foodie who believes firmly that the revolution will come when the food on your plate gets more local and natural. You could talk Trotsky and Bakunin all you wanted at the Lincoln Restaurant, but pretty much anything you ordered there came with Kraft cheese on top of it, ensuring that industrial capitalism was getting its cut from your discussions. I’m as much for the dictatorship of the proletariat as the next good bourgeois, but it isn’t getting any closer talking Occupy Wall Street while eating the Man’s most plastic, alienated-from-the-means-of-production food products.
If you’re wondering where you’ll be able to share your waking leftist ideas now, the College of Complexes starts back up at its new home in Greektown starting Jan. 4.