I work next to the Venice Cafe at the base of 500 W. Monroe. The place is always busy but not courtesy of me. (Tried it once. 'Nuff said.)
The other day on my way into work, the day's special on the chalkboard was (and I'm not exaggerating): Blackened Cajun Chicken Parmegiano in creamy Alfredo Sauce on angel hair pasta. (The word "pesto" may also have made a cameo appearance, but at this late date, I couldn't swear to it. Shockingly, neither sun-dried tomatoes nor balsamic reduction were mentioned.)
Laughter and tears mingled in inextricable profusion as I made my way up to my cubicle.
"Strange how potent cheap music is."