ohfreddie wrote:The Bunny Hutch is truly one of the most depressing fast food places I can think of.
I wasn't even going to mention this, but this quote compels me to relate an even more depressing fast food place I just visited. It's too bad, because they try hard, and even have some charm, but other circumstances doom them.
Saturday we went to a kite-flying event at the beach near Montrose, and afterwards wanted a quick bite, so I vaguely remembered a hot dog and burger stand around Montrose and Sheridan or Broadway or something. The place is called Jake's, and it has some nice painted graphics in the windows and so on, specials named for patrons, and so on.
As we sit there, though, two things become apparent. One is the very sad and derelict nature of the Uptown-area clientele; it's like eating in some combination of the cafeteria for a state rehab facility, and a rest home for indigent, forgotten old folks. Two is, a place that serves such a clientele is forced by necessity to cut both prices and cost to the minimum; my cheeseburger was probably the lowest-quality beef I have tasted in a non-Marxist economy. I don't fault Jake's for this, probably they're scraping by in this neighborhood just like their patrons, but I'd write a hefty check NOT to have to eat there again. (In fact, my visit to the Anna Held ice cream place was an effort to get the whole place off my tongue and out of my head.)
Sorry for making this thread even more depressing. Guess you could use a Anna Held banana split about now, too.