Friday, August 28, 2009

Banadir Restaurant: Detail


Located in the heart of the Chicago neighborhood known as Near Where Amy Lives, Banadir Restaurant serves delicious Somali food to cabdrivers 24 hours a day, except during Ramadan. Flavorful rice, vegetables and fruit drink for one low price. Friendly people and friendly service.

But writing about delicious food is like a novel about a happy family. It is boring. The story I must tell is about the washroom, and it must be told in pictures.


Fig, 1: East view. No more or less yellow than the other views. I do confess I looked in the cabinets. Upper: the usual collection of long-ignored construction and cleaning tools. Lower: more unidentifiable tools, and glops of blackened paper towel in the corners. Note the botanical feature: a woman was in here once.


Fig. 2: South-east view. The toilet worked, and that's all I care to say.


Fig. 3: West view. It says, in marker on the wall: "Please do not step on the sink. AND Don't put (used) toilet paper in the sink. Thank you." Initially, the mind boggles, but actually it's a religious thing, so judge not.


Fig. 4: North view: This door is what you touch after you have washed your hands. This is in the best case scenario.

All this being said, the food was very good. What? What's the matter? You don't go to a restaurant for its restroom, do you? Well I know I don't.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

IN July










Free Translation

I do not know because the history attracts but that the present, do neither I understand because one is claimed with the history, but in the end seems to be that passed every time was better! Do neither I know because all today they complain that one must pay to touch! I am going to count you a history more than crap that live the TRICICLOSCLOS in an of so many adventures at night and stay up late, loads and discharges of teams, a history more than losers, bah! Idiotic people as we that raises the flags of the rock so that its life make sense! !!!. We had a show in Branches, one of those so many shanty town hidden, we arrive at sunset with desires of rockear and to touch.

I saw the sign



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