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In Praise of the Egg...Sandwich

I have come late to the egg sandwich party. 

I have been eating eggs-on-a-plate for years but not all stacked up on bread with bacon or cheese or spinach on ‘em. Over the last year in particular, I have gone looking for egg sandwiches. And I thought I might put this blog to use for the greater good by creating a national clearing house for the egg sandwich. This way we can travel the globe and hopefully find what we’re looking for nearby.

Consider the gauntlet thrown!!

Please leave your egg sandwich recommendations NOW!

Chicago Egg Sandwich Overview:

I need somebody to speak to the McDonald’s situation. I have never had a McMuffin and if it’s like the Dunkin Donuts cheese, I won’t be trying one either. Although DD has a croissant, the whole thing is too processed for me.
Einstein Bagel makes an egg sandwich on a bagel. I find it too doughy although the eggs are quite good.

Starbucks has had a spectacular opening with their assortment of egg sandwiches. Done on an English muffin, which I like very much; I order the *Florentine* and the *Black Forest* although there are two other varieties, I can’t get past those first two. I also like the way they call your name when it’s ready.

Please feel free to add to this list of food-chain options.

Now for individual restaurants:

M Henry: (Edgewater, 5707 Clark St.) This bakery café has really delicious egg sandwiches that are fairly large and expensive but mmhhm-good! Don’t die wondering.

There’s also a place on Clark, just south of Diversey (east side of the street on a corner) that does have the biggest egg sandwich (and most expensive–like, $9.00) that I’ve ever had. It is as big as your head and wrapped in foil and takes like 10 minutes to prepare. But it’s something to do with a date or a yoga partner after class when you’re so hungry you could eat a chair. I’ll come up with the name eventually.

Okay, show me what you got. No dive bar, Ma & Pa store or breakfast nook should go un-mentioned.

WALK THE WALK

Part Uno of God-only-Knows-How-Many

I am writing a one-woman show titled, *Second City Spiritual Epicenter*. That’s the working title. Every time I say those sentences I feel sick to my stomach. Some people like to climb glaciers that are melting; so I don’t feel that bad about wanting to perform. Except, they don’t say the number 2 thing that people are most afraid of is glacier climbing. They say it’s performing. Maybe if they could actually FIND the glacier climbers, the data would reflect the reality of their fear factor. I would assume they are not available for comment that much. But here I am.

It’s time for me to do a show. I’ve been teaching for many years. Ten. This means I have been getting paid to give people advice on how they should write. So my sense is that it’s time to take some of my own advice. Like I said, it turns my stomach. Plus my daughter is going off to college in the Fall and I would like to put the Past to Rest if that’s a real possibility. I don’t mean Her, I mean the Troubles of my marriage and with Love and one of my favorite topics, Misery.{Otherwise Known as Self-Hatred...} That’s the Past I’m talking about. I suspect it is because I have Rested a whole lot of the Past. I mean I can’t even remember how much because that’s what happens in resting things: you forget.

So why in God’s name do I have to TALK about these things in front of an audience? It’s funny, I’m suddenly reminded of when I rode the Subway in NYC in the 80s; I used to thank God that I wasn’t a pervert who had to expose myself to people on the train. I mean drugs, alcohol and gambling aside, having to expose yourself is a rough row to hoe IMHO. And while I have problems, I was grateful not to have that one. But now I realize I’m an exhibitionist too. Or a wanna-be, exhibitionist. I want to expose the painful truth of my years teaching Comedy writing. Maybe it won’t be that funny. Which, won’t deter me actually. Jason, the guy who runs sound and lights over at the SC Training Center would say it’s *talking heads* theatre.. Note to Self: I must call him and see if he’s be available for Tech.

TBA.

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