The Kuma’s demographic wears black, bangs his or her head, and appreciates a huge hunk of beef. But the normal among us are welcome here, too. Kuma’s names its burgers after metal bands, and the toppings are a reminder that in the Midwest, a burger is never just a burger; it’s an artist’s palette upon which to build. The Pantera, a personal favorite, has homemade ranchero salsa, tortilla chips, bacon, and cheese, while the Slayer is a mess of a meal, with a pile of fries topped with a burger, sausage, chilis, “and anger.” There are non-burger sandwiches too (the “pig destroyer” is pulled pork and “hate beak” is chicken), and the salads here are surprisingly decent for a rage-filled burger joint. Kuma’s has fewer than a dozen tables, so waits can border on obscene (2 to 3 hours on weekends). If you do come, put your name on the list and head across the street to a bar named Square, where you can enjoy drinks away from the crowds (and loud music) until it’s time for dinner. Kuma’s also has a location in the West Loop (852 W. Fulton Market; tel. 312/666-9090).