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."
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