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October 05, 2006
Ole!
Momentous things are afoot. Since moving to Chicago, I have had a love affair with the quesadilla. One of the finest purveyors of the quesadilla is Taco & Burrito Palace #2, on Halsted St. I have spent many a night there studying and munching quesadillas, to the point where the staff remembers my order. (Which is always embarassing to me...)
So, I noticed one day that they had a sign saying they were moving to a new location. That move happened a month or so ago, and they relocated their store to a glamorous new space about four doors north of where they are. It's brand new tables, shiny floors, a TV, and a nice bathroom, not to mention about five times as big. I'm glad to see they are doing well, and even gladder that I have room to spread out. It's quite a step up from the fairly spartan building they previously inhabited.
Today, however, the strangest thing happened. I did a little workout at the gay Bally's, then shuffled over to the Palace. I was the only person in there, until a garrulous fellow came in yapping about how he didn't know they had moved. Then, after ordering, he sits down at MY table, even though I am the only person there, and starts reading my newspaper. I was like, huh? I wish I had a cool story like I beat the crap out of him, but instead I waited until he got up. I then took my newspaper and went home. Great story.
Posted by oz115 at October 5, 2006 10:38 PM
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Ah, good old TB2. My wife and I used to visit there regularly, including the night of our first date. Though it can't quite be the same with such spiffy new digs. The dirt and grime of the old place was a big part of its charm.
Posted by: Pete at October 6, 2006 09:19 AM