During my college years there was this character named Hillman who was one of the most sincere Bros that I’ve ever met. I don’t recall ever really sitting down with him and having any sort of conversation of any depth, but he was widely considered a credible intellectual in terms of being thoroughly well read in world religion. (And in true Bro fashion, he could whip a mean Frisbee and had an uncanny taste for weed.) Furthering his legend, after graduating I believe he moved to Israel to continue his studies. Even with that in mind however, I’m not sure I’d have remembered him over the years if it weren’t for him and his friends coining the phrase “Chill-ville.”
Between myself and one of my best friends, Chill-ville has taken on a life of its own — it’s sort of come to represent all things cool in this world. A good meal? Big Chill-ville. A nice young female? Big Chill-ville. You get the idea…
Taking that same sense of casual chill-ness into consideration, I took another shot at Big Chiliville last night and made a beast of a meal; adding fresh jalapenos in place of the corn I used in my first attempt at Chiliville Chili. And not entirely unlike a trip down Chill-ville Boulevard, the first bite was accompanied by a calm, delicate burn that was thoroughly satisfying and layered in its experience.
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