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If I really, and I mean ree ah leee loved my elementary school cafeteria, and I were pining to recreate that experience, I would enjoy Skyline Chili. I didn't, I'm not, so I don't. That there hasn't yet been some kind of federal law reining in this tragic misuse of the word "chili" is an enduring mystery. I can think of a few other words more apt: mild sauce, red dressing, schmoog, driz, or perhaps "get that stuff away from my mouth."
There is no way they could possibly have spent any less on this "food" without risking an FDA raid. My quick calculations, standing in line (in LINE?) was about seventy-five cents for the average platter of water (laced with something they consider "chili") over spaghetti. Bland. Uninspired. And people stand in line? They wait for this gruel? I think the only reason you should stand in line, with a tray, for your food is if you're doing two to ten in Rikers. And I doubt any of those guys would eat this, either.
(I take it from the people who gush over this place that way down in Cincinnati, a suburb of metropolitan Covington, Kentucky, they think this is the best meal on our green earth. Fine, then keep it down there. Here are a few cities closer to Cleveland than that: Detroit, Pittsburgh, Niagara Falls, Canada. Do we emulate any of their culinary fetishes? Is there a Primanti Brothers opening in Tremont? An American Coney Island in Crocker Park? No. Nor should there be in this case.)
Workers were very friendly.
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