Eleven City Diner
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It may read like a lukewarm review, but I do recommend Eleven City Diner. It's gonna become the new "it" brunch spot real fast.
It may read like a lukewarm review, but I do recommend Eleven City Diner. It's gonna become the new "it" brunch spot real fast.
"I'm not a Starfleet commander, or T.J. Hooker. I don't live on Starship NCC-170, or own a phaser. I don't know anybody named Bones, Sulu, or Spock. And no, I've never had green alien sex, but I'm sure it'd be quite an evening. I speak English and French, not Klingon! I drink Labatt's, not Romulan ale! And when someone says to me 'live long and prosper', I seriously mean it when I say, 'get a life'. My doctor's name is not McCoy, it's Ginsberg. And tribbles were puppets, not real animals. PUPPETS! And when I speak, I never, ever talk like Every. Word. Is. Its. Own. Sentence. I live in California, but I was raised in Montreal. And I believe in priceline.com, where you never have to pay full price for airline tickets, hotels, and car rentals! I've appeared onstage at Stratford, at Carnegie Hall, Albert Hall, and the Monkland Theatre in NDG. And, yes, I've gone where no man has gone before, but... I was in Mexico and her father gave me permission! My name is William Shatner, and I am Canadian!"
Meet the little coffee house that can.
Michelle at Much Stuff last week wrote briefly of my policy regarding comments on this site with regards to wh she likes comments. As stated before, I don't utilize comments on this site for two reasons:
- if anyone wants to respond to one of my posts they can contact me directly
- it keeps the anonymous slagging from chickenshits to a minimum.
Luckily my spam filters work well or else I'd be inundated with offers of how I could "wake the sleeping giant in my pants." That said, to the handful of you who've contacted me in recent weeks to comment on the Seasoning: thank you. Particularly the kind words from WCIU's George Blaise regarding my Chicagoist work.
And to Michael: I know you'd like me to write more about jazz and blues, but you're gonna have to sift through the political rants to get there; I'm a frustrated borderline Marxist. Like Gil Scott-Heron said nearly forty years ago, the revolution will not be televised.
I also find Chicago blues to be the modern day equivalent to minstrel pandering.
So I've had my eye on these lenses for my digital camera at Central Camera downtown for a whjile. Today I took the plunge and bought the telephoto lens. Since the weather was all saggy tits today this is what I did to break it in. Not bad, eh?
The CNA building always stands out like it doesn't belong downtown. It was a clear day and I was on my way to the camera store on South Wabash looking for lenses for the my digital (it's only taken a year but I'm finally getting used to it). Anyway at the angle I was viewing the CNA building looked like bridge raised for ships to pass.
Looks like the Puffer's rumor is a reality. This was confirmed by both my Budweiser rep this morning and the moving of the puffer's softball team to Bernice's Place last week. Dave Puffer was putting up a brave face Friday night, saying that they weren't giving up. But it's a dire situation indeed when your softball team up and leaves you dry.
All I want is a place in the neighborhood to get a decent beer after this weekend.
I just received this in my inbox and it doesn't sound good:
"Puffer's has been "sold", contingent on the new owner attaining a liquor licence (sic). In construction, politically connected; wants to make it a Western Music bar, no live music, no cook-outs, no foreign
beer, is a teetotaler. Has more or less pissed off most of the help so far. Al tried to buy prior to Michael, but his lawyer confirmed to him the impossibility of getting a license.
The "Wages of Fear" is gripping, recommend. Make the most of Puffer's
in the old manner."
I'm taking this with a grain of salt. but if it's true the last day of Puffer's as we know it will be a sad day indeed. And another thing: How can you be a "western music bar" with no live music. That's just fucking stupid!!
So I was doing laundry this morning as is my usual routine most Thursdays. I've been getting back into the habit of carrying my digital camera with me lately when Jimmy Ethyl came walking past, quacking like a duck. I always wanted to get a shot of Jimmy when he was acting relatively normal, and this seemed like a golden opportunity. I couldn't reach for my camera fast enough and snapped two quick shots.