stevez wrote:[version as well. It speaks to me, however never harshly and it has never taken my water glass.

Heh. What an amazing thread this has turned out to be

I was actually *at* Patty's (apparently just after what Damon Lindelof would call "The Incident" took place).. thought I'd wander into LTH and mention it today, and found 3 pages worth of posts on that day at Patty's already

Anyway. Iam a sort of irregular patron of Patty's (Ive not historically thought the food was *that* brilliant - good, solid, but Ive had better B&G for example, I like the burger at WASC a fair bit and their fries maybe more and their timings are more convenient, and so on. Anyway). On Saturday I was feeling a bit under-the-weather, it was about 1:30, I was driving.. figured, what the heck, they might be open, I'll take one of their soups to go (while keeping a wary eye out for the service - after all, its been stated before that service can be very bad late on weekends, some people even being turned away in the past etc).
So, its a bit past 1:30, I wander in.. and there are no soups (home-made soups apparently only Monday thru Friday). So Iam kind of waffling.. and Patty says to come on in and sit down (on asking about closing time, she says its 2, there's still time). I peruse the menu (and actually hear some talk of "the incident" I believe, which must have taken place only a few minutes earlier - something about "kids taking up a table, only 2 people eating" or some such)... but not knowing how big this is going to turn out to be on the internet in the near future, fail to find out more, instead stupidly trying to decide what to eat

Eventually went with the burger - told them medium (and Patty asked - twice - if I meant pink in the middle, and I said yes). I was waffling on fries, she suggested old potatoes. I picked up the sports section of the Sun Times to read - she asked if it was the "whole paper".. I said I only really needed the sports anyway (but she marched to the other end of the room and brought me the whole paper anyway). She said wasnt it great about the Hawks last night - I mentioned how they almost blew it anyway - she agreed but said what a great win it was at the end. Her sister mentioned how she thought the Hawks would win 3 titles in the next decade, but maybe not this year... Patty said she thought we could win this year itself.
Food arrived, I dug in - the burger was actually better than my last couple versions there, very good and cooked right on the dot, as were the old potatoes. Three more guys wandered in at almost 2, said they were late, she let em in anyway - and they got some breakfast stuff as well.
It was a bit past 2 when I got done, was paying at the counter - and she asked me if I hadnt been in sometime last year for a burger, that one at near closing-time as well.. for some reason, she said, she remembered that. I had, actually (and was sort of flabbergasted she would remember).. but also told her I had been maybe once after that, a month or so ago, for the Ham Hash. She said she remembered that only on me mentioning it.. .but that it was more than a month ago and "time flies, you know".. and she's probably right.
I walked out (still a bit under the weather, but now feeling full and much better)... and I (honestly, not saying this post-reading-above-thread) remember thinking as I got into my car... "I wonder what those complaint are about, on LTH, about the service". I mean, Iam not a regular of any kind (probably 2-3 times in the past 6-8 months), Iam not an obvious LTH-er, and everyone had just been very convivial at near closing time on a Saturday. I was just thinking that I really ought to stop by more often. Never struck me that a near LTH-firestorm had apparently passed by maybe a few minutes before I got there

Anyway. Just another data-point from *that* day

My experience was actually very good, even near closing-time, and I'll thus visit again (much sooner than the last time) - found friendly service, but more importantly (to me) very good food too. The restaurant didnt remind me of my mother, I didnt feel like a minority eating (or not eating) in 1950s Alabama or whatever... I just found convivial service and good food on the day, and thus shall return. (The day the food isnt as good, or the service so bad that it overrides the food for me, I wont go... but I somehow dont expect it to remind me of my mother or Alabama then either

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