Thursday, November 29, 2007

Aren't You Hungry?


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Originally uploaded by bridgeportseasoning.

I've started adding tags to the food and drink posts at Chicagoist for maximum SEO (that's "search engine optimization" for those of you who don't live online). And it paid major dividends yesterday with our latest "One Great Sandwich" post, which as of this morning is the fourth most popular link in Google when I type "breaded steak" in the search bar (the third most popular is last year's profile of Uncle Johnny's. I think that Freddie's is going to see a lot of business in the upcoming weeks from the curious. So will Chef Efrain, after yesterday's article in the Sun-Times on underground supper clubs that I wrote. Amelia e-mailed me to show me that the story was picked up in her company's daily e-mail newsletter, which goes out to over 200,000 subscribers.

I start a new job on Monday, and I'm anxious to finally get out of the house and work. It's also the first straight office gig I've had in ten years, but the atmosphere is laid back so I can wear jeans to work (although if I had to wear slacks I made certain I could still fit in the ones I have).

It also means that I have to finish the prep work on all my current freelance obligations this weekend. I have a story due for Time Out Chicago next week and two pieces for the Sun-Times the week after that. So I should stop screwing around here and hit the floor running.

4 comments:

QuietlyGoingMad said...

Congrats on the new job!

And gee, thanks for making me really hungry with that photo!

K. said...

Congrats on the job! Are you planning to scale down your freelance obligations with your new gig or are you planning to juggle both?

Chuck Sudo said...

Actually, I'm looking for more. So hook a brother up, K.

smussyolay said...

p.s. email and tell me what the new job is, ey? and the egg store!! i never can remember what the name of that place is! it was a real boon in my desolation down in bridgeport. it wasn't b-port's fault, but it was hard times for me down there.

oh, the egg store.