6/19/2012

The only reason you receive one star now is because at this very moment I am stone sober. However had I written this review at 3 AM on a Saturday in the throes of drunken binge I would surely give you the fully allotted amount of stars and all the change in my pockets. Oh El Charro, how I loathe you and I love you so much at the same time. What foul spell have you cast over me that somehow forces me to crave you one moment and then detest you like a heroin addict desperately trying to stay clean? I eagerly wait and fear the moment when my stomach growls and at the same time whispers...EL Charro.



The Good

After a long night of drinking and/or break dance fighting nothing makes more sense than devouring a pound of day old "late night" mystery meat wrapped in a flour tortilla.

"Angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night." Hint Ginsberg was referring to El Charro.



The Bad

Why does something taste so good at night and yet in the morning feel like I devoured a dead possum covered in sour cream and toothpicks?



The Ugly

I accidentally killed a man in Tijuana in 1978 during a dice game gone bad and there isn't a day that goes by that I don't regret it, but still nothing compares the regret I feel every morning I wake up after consuming an El Charro burrito. One has never felt true shame until you wake up in a studio apartment covered in salsa and refried beans surrounded by a family of Nicaraguans.



Being located right next to the Two-Way Lounge and Bonny's Bar ensures a healthy mix of late night diners including longtime Chicago natives and out of state transplants. Both groups surprisingly sporting handle bar mustaches and clothes from the 70s. The service is good and the food is cheap but can you really put a price on self respect and/or dignity?



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