

3216 W North Avenue
Chicago, IL 60647
(773) 489-6900
Ooh, chile!! Touch me in the mornin'! After I bought my goodies and BEFORE I ate them, I caught a case of happy feet and I had to shout! I had waited months to be at this very moment in time and I had to pause & reflect in that moment before I dug in. To get here, I had suffered through long days, nights and WEEKENDS at the office - going without meals, sleep and shaving. To get here, I played real, live Pole Position on the streets of Chicago - flipping off drivers and shaking my fist at jaywalkers. To get here, I waited as a clown car full of children raced past me into the bakery, took numbers from the number-pulley-thingie and practiced their best screaming-at-the-top-of-your-lungs-while-running-a round voices. To get here, *I* got a side-eye from the parent of said Lord of the Flies children - for giving *them* a side eye!
But, I was here. This was now. My moment had arrived. I felt like Kelly Clarkson as she won American Idol and choked up while singing, "A Moment Like This." I took a bite of my apple fritter and a single tear fell from my eye. I took some more bites. Faster and faster. Not all of the food wound up in my mouth. I had several large crumbs stuck in my mountain man beard. No time to stop. I must eat more. I cracked open my chocolate milk chug, took a swig and brought the rest of the fritter home. Oh, could life be this good? Was I being rewarded for keeping the faith? I tested my luck and took a bite of my chocolate frosted cake donut. Two bites. Three. Done. Like the crafty owl who clowned that little kid into finding out how many licks it takes to eat a Tootsie Pop, I had taken down my donut in three bites. Okay, okay. Maybe it was five bites. Owls have big mouths.
Crazed and life transformed, I started to run into North Avenue traffic to testify. I had to spread the word. Yeah, this place has been open for ALMOST 100 YEARS but people didn't know. They.just.didn't.know. However, I stopped myself. This is North Ave and the drivers will run my sugar-crazed ass over. I couldn't die. Not today. I still had a glazed donut (with five whole strawberries in the middle) to eat. But, I waited until the next day to eat it. I'm not completely uncivilized.
If the food is even half as awesome as the signs, then it must be delicious!
ReplyDelete- Amanda M.