We feel simply awful about this.

But yesterday was National Meatball Day and we totally forgot to acknowledge it.

So happy belated National stupid Meatball Day.

Your gift: Mondo Meatball, where your savory-little-meat-orb dreams will finally come true starting Friday in Wicker Park. (Your slideshow and your menu.)

This place is much nicer than any place focusing on the humble meatball has any right being. The window seats open right onto Milwaukee. And that’s a pretty handsome bar there in the back. And the light filters in just so.

Sure, you and a group of Premier League enthusiasts could very well find yourselves sitting at the little bar table drinking Peronis or Pimos Cups (their Italian-lemonade version of a Pimm’s Cup) while catching some games.

But mostly, you’re here to do some meatballing. Lunch. Dinner. Late-night snack. Meatballing.

First, decide what you’re in the mood for—a bowl, a sub, a salad, sliders, pasta. It goes on like this. Then, pick the type of meat you want—beef, spicy pork, turkey, and chicken and bacon. Still goes on. Finally, pick your sauce—an international array of classic red, Korean barbecue, Thai peanut satay, chimichurri and tzatziki.

A meatball travelogue may have just happened.