Thursday, March 15, 2007
Things Are Not What They Appear to Be!
The Food Editor (FE) was planning to go to a downtown Chicago Irish pub in search of yummy lunch (and dinner) places for Monz to dine. After seeking advice, he was instructed to go to Fado at Grand and Clark. Friends, Fado is Fake! It's a chain, an Irish themed Elephant and Castle! They buy that Irish paraphenalia by the dozens! The Fe muttered "fi fo fum!" and left in a huff. Later, a friend who used to work delivering booze was telling the FE stories about all the hidden strip clubs around the city. "They weren't hidden up north where I'm from" said the FE. "They were in full view (no pun intended), like the Cheetah Club on Milwaukee Avenue." "Cheaters Club...nice!" said the friend. Doh! Cheetah = Cheaters! Fe just got it, maybe a decade after the place was torn down to boot!
Monz' lunch was a similar mix of the known and the unknown: pizza from an unknown joint at a family law bar association meeting at the courthouse. Decent, we dare say.
The Food Editor (FE) was planning to go to a downtown Chicago Irish pub in search of yummy lunch (and dinner) places for Monz to dine. After seeking advice, he was instructed to go to Fado at Grand and Clark. Friends, Fado is Fake! It's a chain, an Irish themed Elephant and Castle! They buy that Irish paraphenalia by the dozens! The Fe muttered "fi fo fum!" and left in a huff. Later, a friend who used to work delivering booze was telling the FE stories about all the hidden strip clubs around the city. "They weren't hidden up north where I'm from" said the FE. "They were in full view (no pun intended), like the Cheetah Club on Milwaukee Avenue." "Cheaters Club...nice!" said the friend. Doh! Cheetah = Cheaters! Fe just got it, maybe a decade after the place was torn down to boot!
Monz' lunch was a similar mix of the known and the unknown: pizza from an unknown joint at a family law bar association meeting at the courthouse. Decent, we dare say.
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