Obama moonlights as a food critic on Chicago’s WTTW. He plugs the Dixie Kitchen for its Southern Sampler (perfect, he says, for the indecisive), its pancake appetizers (careful, he says, they’ll kill your appetite), and its unpretentious M.O. “It’s food that tastes good for a good price,” he says, all smiles. But these were happier times. The millenium was only eight months old. The two towers still stood. Nobody’d even heard of this newbie senator from Illinois with a passion for the south side’s best peach cobbler.