I planned to spend the morning writing about apples and roadkill, but the Michelin Guide dropped its Chicago Bib Gourmand awards, and like every other food writer in town it behooves me to drop what I’m doing and complain about them. (The Bibs aren’t the stars but the “restaurants serving two courses and a glass of wine or dessert for $40 or less” that inspectors deemed worthy of recommending.)

If I’m honest with myself that’s what really irritates about the tire company’s simultaneously presumptuous, obvious, arbitrary, clueless, and frequently bizarre assessment of Chicago’s restaurant scene. As I pointed out last year, the guide is not for Chicagoans but for tourists who will pay for the book. By crying about how dumb it is, we in the media are part of its marketing scheme—no publicity is bad publicity right? So instead of praising the worthy selections and kvetching about the inexcusable inclusion of places like Ann Sather, the denial of Avec’s rightful star, and the inspectors’ possibly willful ignorance of our great Thai, Indo-Pak, and Mexican restaurants, I’m just gonna do my duty, slap the list in after the jump and get back to more interesting work until the stars are announced next week. Oh, wait . . .