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I enjoy John's best when we have warm weather and outdoor seating is available. We ate there just last Thursday and enjoyed the experience, but I do have a minor complaint. Half way through lunch, this greasy stumble bum entered and took a seat. He ordered...coffee. Then he started to...smoke. He started to...chain smoke. Only two tables away. Wind blowing toward us. Again, said hobo ruined our sunny vibe. You may ask why I didn't hail a manager and *****? First, I don't make a habit of picking on hard scrabble coots. I imagine the poor man's life is grim enough. I imagine him sleeping on a tattered bedroll in tall bushes behind the Winfield Metra station. A battered Dobbs hat pulled low over his tomato face, noodling a Hohner harmonica. He also probably sings Rainy Night in Georgia and King of the Road softly before drifting off every night. I'm going to rat him out? Nah. Besides, I shouldn't need to snitch. John's has manager who sports an old school spade beard. Older heavyset jasper, fried egg eyes. He was there. He saw the guy smoking. A Winfield copper came in later for lunch. He saw the guy. I understand the law is fuzzy. Still, the beer garden tables are not equipped with ash trays. Right? You just don't smoke around folks eating a meal. It's obnoxious. This ain't 1958. Mister Fried Egg Eyes should discourage smoking. That's my opinion. Love the food, but not the smoking. That's all. (Try the Jamaican chicken sandwich or the Reuben. Fine eatin'!)