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| - Like a good display of cleavage, this place is easy to see but hard to get into without serious effort. You've gotta navigate a bunch of Steels Corner suburban wasteland sprawl to get to the little strip mall that houses Skyline. Beware the roads with grassy medians! It's too easy to drive on the wrong side if it's dark out.
Now with Skyline, either you like the chili or you don't. Any time we went to Reds games when I's a kid, that meant stopping at a Cincy chili parlor, so I got the bug as a youngun. It's Cincinnati-style Greek chili, far different than the supposed million or so varieties of heavily tomato-based overspiced slop that most Americans are used to. Cincy chili is more of a sauce consistency (thinner) than a meal in itself, it's flavored differently (cinnamon?) and it's great on everything. Most dishes include chili on spaghetti ("Ways") or hot dogs, covered with a fucking huge mound of shredded cheese. Seriously, the copious amount of queso used here keeps Wisconsin in business.
Skyline is styled somewhat like Steak-N-Shake, a middle ground between fast food and full dining, where fast food is served to you on plates with silverware. The service at this Skyline has never disappointed. Somehow, they seem really focused on keeping drinks full, even for thirsty lardasses like me. ¡Muy apreciado!
Here's a tip: go Monday nights. All you can eat Ways and Dogs for like $8.99. See if you can beat my record of 17 cheese coneys... I don't think you can, because unlike you, I've transformed public displays of gluttonous embarrassment into an art form.
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