My writing partner and myself have been getting together every Saturday to work on the play (The Loitering Hole) we're writing, and we have been alternating buying lunch for one another. Today, we decided to grab a late breakfast before the Bears game started, and I decided to show him the beauty of S & G at 3000 N. Lincoln. They have 27 skillets, or egg casseroles, as they call them. Off the top of my head, there's one called The Godfather with Italian sausage, one called the Athena with gyro meat and feta cheese, and one called the George Bush, named after the more competent of the Bush presidents. I don't remember what's in the Bush.*
A former roomy and I used to throw out a number before we would even sit down, and eat that bad Oscar no matter what was in it, be it liver sausage, anchovies, or spam.** I don't remember what mine today was called, but it had corned beef hash, which I can't resist. My partner in egg casserole crime had the Popeye, which had spinach - what else?
If you're in the Lakeview area of Chicago, pick a number, and stop in. Better yet, go 27 weeks in a row and take them all down. They don't have an official promotion for accomplishing such a feat, but send me your receipts, and I'll be sure you get a t-shirt for bragging rights.
*Did any of you say, "That's what she said?" Shame on you!
**None of them have any of those ingredients, but if there were a change in the menu, and one suddenly had all three, you have to eat it if you picked that number. If it has meat and eating meat is against your religion, too bad. That's how the skillet game works, so play by the rules.
