Last night my friend and I hopped off the bus at Irving Park and Damen, planning to try Mother Murphy's upscale Irish pub, which happens to serve a darn good roast chicken. Alas, it's closed Mondays. "No problem," I said, "there's a GNR around the corner." ("What the heck is that," my friend most certainly thought to himself.). Off to Laschet's we went. Closed. Resi's Bierstube for good potato pancakes and a great beer garden? Nope, closed. Hungry and a little frustrated, we walked over to The Globe pub and took a seat at the bar. Swarming fruitflies, impossibly bad bar service, and a very unpleasant musty aroma led us out the door before ordering anything. Walking passed Orange Garden (closed), we entered a place I know to serve bad food but in a pleasant outdoor seating area. O'Donovan's pub delivered exactly as expected: hockey puck style burger on a stale bun with limp, unsalted freezer fries.
Lesson: avoid North Center if you're hungry on Labor Day, or any Monday I suppose.
...defended from strong temptations to social ambition by a still stronger taste for tripe and onions." Screwtape in
The Screwtape Letters by CS Lewis
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