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| - Friday night... I absolutely destroy my body. I wake up Saturday at 8 AM clinging to the floor, head throbbing, and echoes of music from the night before ringing through my brain. I am dying. I am dying from a hangover and I want to die. I drink a ginger-ale and vomit it, and the rest of the chemicals I put in my body the night before out. I am literally about to die from a satanic hangover.
Then I go to TownHall... The waiters and waitresses notice I'm dying and approach me with caution. I throw half-dead zombie looks at my surroundings. Someone calmly slides my bone broth and coffee in front of me. I stare at it.... sniff it... and then eventually drink it. Sometimes two bone broths. Then, I order my food... my Eggs Benedict. My savior. My Bone Broth and Eggs Benedict cured my Satanic Hangover... and what was once a body filled with toxicity and death is now filled with nutrients and healthy, fresh, food.
I leave TownHall no longer dead, but alive. I no longer want to die. Thank you Town Hall.
Overall, this place is incredible. Great food, service, and hours. Late night gets a bit packed, but they do it all. It's also conveniently located right next to the West Side Market. It's a staple.
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