I have found Chicago's soup nazi. Only it's not exactly a soup shop. It's more of a burger/bar joint. But still, they are just like that most iconic episode of that one TV I didn't really care for.
It's a place called Bar on Buena and they have the absolute best burgers I've ever had in town. They're just plain delicious, and the beer selection is wonderful. We found the place because it's right around the corner from my old apartment in Uptown and we would eat there fairly often, but we started getting a bitter taste in our mouths about the place after awhile because they're just plain mean people.
Last night we tried to go there for dinner mostly because of they have $5 burgers on Mondays. So we hop the train and invite a few people and make it there around 8:30 only to find the place packed. That's not a completely unusual occurrence there: the place is pretty small in general. We also learned that "The Game" was on… oh, the things straight people so! It's so cute when they say things like The Game and assume anyone has any clue what in the world they're talking about. Football, baseball, ballroom dancing, who knows!
Anyway, we asked the first waitress the passed us by if she thought any of the tables might be getting up soon, to which we got an emphatic "No!" with a little chuckle thrown in, as if it were amusing to her that we'd even think such a wild and crazy thought like people leaving when they are done eating. Not convinced, we decided to wait a few minutes while the rest of our crew showed up to see if we could spot any tell tale signs that a table might be leaving soon, but no checks were dropped at the tables and empty glasses were all filled with fresh beer. Finally, we asked another waitress if we could move a few of the tables around outside and, since one of the other outside tables had managed to snag ALL of the chairs for themselves, if they had any additional chairs to which she responded: "No. We're busy. The Game's on. People aren't going to leave." with as much attitude as a 120 lb glasses-wearing, bottled blond can muster. And a neck and eye roll, just for flavor.
There are no TVs outside from which to watch this mythical game.
From the tone of the waitresses in this place, I can only assume the fate of our very souls was being battled over in this Game. And we were the idiots that were bothering the poor staff there with our very presence.
We were not getting burgers. We simply could not get in to enjoy the deliciousness that is the Buena Burger. It wasn't going to happen. And the staff is more than happy to let you know that you just aren't going to be able to eat because they have more important things to do.
In the end, we went to an old favorite Mexican place a few blocks away and were gifted with good food and Heartburn. Chicago.
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