2046 N Damen Ave
Chicago, IL 60647
(773) 772-5600
*Sniff, Snniifff*
Ahh, there's nothing quite like the smell of HOT GARBAGE on a warm summer's day as a biblical plague of flies descends upon you, your friends and your food.
Just a suggestion: maybe you should move the gigantic trash cans on the other side of the fence to another location. You see, as effective as the wood fence is at blocking the view to the alley, it's not so effective at blocking the smell of smoldering garbage or the enormous tsetse fly invasion that was, obviously, bent on world domination (and winning).
The waitress was a sweet heart (really) and my food - when I didn't think about anything that was happening around me, else I'd gag - was good. But the paranoia I developed at the prospect of catching trypanosomiasis and the head injury my friend, Payal, incurred when the stench caused her to pass out...those were not good. Not.Good. But, maybe it was our fault. After waiting so long for a table, we jumped at the first one that was available. Granted, Donnie & Marie, Pat Boone and the New Kids on the Block were all sitting inside in air-conditioned, non-smelly splendor while Preet, Payal, Flavor Flav, Menudo and I sat outside in the blinding sun, heat, stench and insect invasion. But, I am sure that is all just a crazy coincidence.
Thanks, Toast. You're the best. I can't wait to come back. Will it be frogs falling from the sky next time?
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