Sunshine Patio
Kedzie and Elston.
Greek.
Plastic plates.
Warm and sunny.
Waitress=tragic-beauty type.
Not cheap, but not a wallet-buster.
Coffee had hints of nutmeg and cinnamon.
Some talk of Grecian anarchists at the grill.
Parking lot was icy and cramped.
I used too much tabasco on my eggs and hallucinated that I was sitting in a wood-panel booth with my brother and my husband while a man screamed into his cellphone in Greek. And I was eating eggs. And when I came to, strange pictures were being taken. I was in drag. I lost my mittens. A penelope-dog came along and broke our hearts. And we were fined for losing our plastic coffee cups in the parking lot. And I cried some diamonds into my brother's car window as he smoked, and he said, "Finally, we're rich."
Greek.
Plastic plates.
Warm and sunny.
Waitress=tragic-beauty type.
Not cheap, but not a wallet-buster.
Coffee had hints of nutmeg and cinnamon.
Some talk of Grecian anarchists at the grill.
Parking lot was icy and cramped.
I used too much tabasco on my eggs and hallucinated that I was sitting in a wood-panel booth with my brother and my husband while a man screamed into his cellphone in Greek. And I was eating eggs. And when I came to, strange pictures were being taken. I was in drag. I lost my mittens. A penelope-dog came along and broke our hearts. And we were fined for losing our plastic coffee cups in the parking lot. And I cried some diamonds into my brother's car window as he smoked, and he said, "Finally, we're rich."
Fellow egg-eaters . . .
Because I like to re-cap, and because we have done a lot of serious work in the past two months, I'd like to propose to you, my companions, that we critically respond to our entire list of diners thus far (please note that we have one review below).
I'll go first.
1. Two of us went to the Lawrence Grill at Lawrence and Elston. Since that visit, it has been closed by the Dept. of Health and reopened.
While the weirdo factor is high (shaved eyebrows, radios in pockets, found pets), the atmosphere is a little stale. There is no decor, and the waitress joked with us about eating bacon in a way that seemed vaguely lewd.
We each had two easy ones, hashbrowns, toast, and coffee . . . I paid with a ten dollar bill and we left a hefty tip.
This place is good for: sitting alone in the winter and looking at the Korean wholesale shop across the street, while reading horoscopes, wearing a red jacket, getting ready to see a man about a job.
2. No fucking doubt about it: Two-Way is My Way: Elston and Pulaski. A dreamy waitress in her 50s. Eyeliner. Absolutely delicious. No tables. Counter only. Intimate. Coffee is hot. There's little to no David Lynch effect, as the place is so rad.
3. Huddle House. Polka music. You can't keep your silverware at the table if you're not using it; HH management thinks it dangerous.
4. Companions: what's the name of the one at Irving and Sheridan? Melvin's? Green table cloths. Queens. Kids. Regular people. Good food. Not cheap. I'd like to get our photos on that wall of shame/adoration.
5. The nameless place at Brynmawr and Kimball, same management as #1; also had license suspended. Food was okay. Atmosphere was okay. Waitress was salty.
6. Chicago Grill. I liked the waitress and her moles. Not unsettling at all. I found the weirdo-presence to be just right, comforting, like eating soggy mac&cheese in your Nana's bed while watching Golden Girls and getting a back rub from said Nana. And you and your brother will then make up jokes over the coughdrops she gives you for dessert. And, also, sing the GG song. And, also, your Nana wears golden slippers. Literally.
-Lorine
I'll go first.
1. Two of us went to the Lawrence Grill at Lawrence and Elston. Since that visit, it has been closed by the Dept. of Health and reopened.
While the weirdo factor is high (shaved eyebrows, radios in pockets, found pets), the atmosphere is a little stale. There is no decor, and the waitress joked with us about eating bacon in a way that seemed vaguely lewd.
We each had two easy ones, hashbrowns, toast, and coffee . . . I paid with a ten dollar bill and we left a hefty tip.
This place is good for: sitting alone in the winter and looking at the Korean wholesale shop across the street, while reading horoscopes, wearing a red jacket, getting ready to see a man about a job.
2. No fucking doubt about it: Two-Way is My Way: Elston and Pulaski. A dreamy waitress in her 50s. Eyeliner. Absolutely delicious. No tables. Counter only. Intimate. Coffee is hot. There's little to no David Lynch effect, as the place is so rad.
3. Huddle House. Polka music. You can't keep your silverware at the table if you're not using it; HH management thinks it dangerous.
4. Companions: what's the name of the one at Irving and Sheridan? Melvin's? Green table cloths. Queens. Kids. Regular people. Good food. Not cheap. I'd like to get our photos on that wall of shame/adoration.
5. The nameless place at Brynmawr and Kimball, same management as #1; also had license suspended. Food was okay. Atmosphere was okay. Waitress was salty.
6. Chicago Grill. I liked the waitress and her moles. Not unsettling at all. I found the weirdo-presence to be just right, comforting, like eating soggy mac&cheese in your Nana's bed while watching Golden Girls and getting a back rub from said Nana. And you and your brother will then make up jokes over the coughdrops she gives you for dessert. And, also, sing the GG song. And, also, your Nana wears golden slippers. Literally.
-Lorine
Chicago Grill
The Chicago Grill. What can one say? It's at the corner of Irving Park Road and Pulaski, to be sure. It serves eggs, coffee, toast, hash browns, etc. I, and one other, ordered eggs over easy, hash browns, and buttered wheat toast. The service was good, friendly. Though, the waitress had an unsettling series of moles, including one translucent hairy-barker on her wrist. When we ordered our food, it did take a bit more time than is usual, but the results were good enough. The eggs were undercooked.
The decor: folding chairs, and plastic tables and plates, a tack board with pictures of dogs and children, a pay phone that's shut off from eleven at night until five in the morning, a toothless woman drinking coffee at the counter, bus drivers. The staff seemed unaccustomed to tips.
I give it a three of five.
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