As Bars Stay Closed, Chicago’s Legendary Tamale Guy Tests Home Delivery | Eater Chicago

"Allegedly established in 1932, I think of this place as one of the city’s oldest and best-hidden gems — a home away from home where the High Life and White Claw are ice-cold and the draft beer is, as they put it, “fancy.” I also associate it with the Tamale Guy, who used to show up at bars like this selling six tamales in a plastic bag (corn husks) and rescuing late-night patrons; those tamales have fluffy masa and plump chicken or pork, come with salsa verde in small plastic ramekins, and bring back memories of cheap beers, pool tables, and waiting for the jukebox — they even seemed a little saltier when enjoyed without alcohol." - Ashok Selvam