M Tatterscratch
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- Near Chicago, America, 1920s
Undertow said:Well, I'd better throw my tattered hat in:
There's a place just in sight of the Belmont rail entrance, or exit as was my case (Blue Line, in case you're wondering). It's a little dive with bar style seating, a tv in the corner and a couple of griddles and fryers in front of you. For the life of me, I can't think of the name.
But I'll tell you why I went there:
1. I saw two Chicago Police officers eating there, which is what brought me in the door.
2. There was an elderly, blind man sitting in the corner watching the tv. That's right, I said blind and watching. Don't ask me, he had the cane and black glasses.
3. The woman working was gruff, broad shouldered and had your typical "Chicago" accent.
I figured if local cops eat there, it's cheap and fast. If old blind men eat there, it's decent tasting, and if the woman taking orders is as...well...colorful as she was, the place is authentic. And I was very pleased with the end results!
Mister Tow, that is an absolutely fascinating system of culinary decision-making! I somehow imagine you happily munching on the world's ugliest doughnuts, which are served by being lobbed at your head by the virago behind the counter.
I'll have what he's having,
T.