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This place looked a little worse for the wear, and actually not really inviting for a dining spot. They didn't speak much English, and luckily my companion was a Francophone. For as off-putting the dingy environs were, the counter held yummy-looking stuff, and the SMELL was incredible. I realized this was an Anthony Bourdain Shithole that Tony hadn't been to yet. The specialty of the house appeared to be Chicken, in the style that is germane to the State of Sinaloa in Mexico. We have a shitload of joints that serve this here in Chicago. Marinated in citrus and chilli, finshed over Charcoal, it's a grand feed. Here's whats weird: this Mexican-style Chicken was served alongside some Mideastern stuff. Whaaa?
You stand in line (which moves quickly) and get your stuff on a tray. If you're lucky you get a seat. We did, and the food was really really fine. Delicious.
I have to menchen another aspect of this place. I had to answer a call of nature, and was sent down a ridiculously steep flight of rickety stairs, and I must have been close to the Earths core, 'cos it was hotter than hell in the basement where the bogs were located. When I got there, the room was tiny and weird. Can't say why, just weird.
A unique feed, for sure.
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