I run a volunteer kitchen in Rogers Park. Yesterday, one of my volunteers was a pastry chef, which means that: 1) we spent three hours talking about our favorite desserts in the city and 2) by the time we were done with our work, I badly needed a piece of cake. And so I voyaged to Chimney Cake Island. It was somewhat less magical than it sounds, though a very friendly place.
I had a walnut chimney cake. It struck me as a rather large dessert for one person to eat by herself, but the owner reminded me that the pastry is hollow and there "not too much." I enjoyed the crunchy outside with crushed walnuts stuck with caramel. The inside of the cake was pale and doughy and much less palatable. The novelty of the chimney cake held my attention for a few bites, but then I remembered how long it's been since I've eaten at La Unica, and off I went, for a more substantial lunch.
I'd say a chimney cake would make a pretty great street festival find, but, for me, it wasn't entirely worth seeking out.