Red Eyes Coffee

As promised, here is the breakdown of Red Eyes Coffee.

Look at that spinach sandwich. That isn't lettuce, people!

Spoiler alert: I didn't really like it. I can't fully explain why but we didn't jive. I ordered the veggie melt on a bagel and a tiny woman in a voice so soft that it barely qualified as a whisper since it was softer than your average exhale told me that it was lettuce, a few cheeses, onions and tomatoes. I got it on an everything bagel and asked for no tomatoes and sat down. It arrived shortly thereafter. Apparently, Chicagoans can't tell the difference between lettuce and spinach because there was definitely spinach on my sandwich. There was also mustard. Mustard is not cheese for those of you who don't know. The "lettuce" and onions had been coated in some type of vinaigrette that was alright and it came with kettle chips on the side (roughly three of them, the rest of the "chips" on my plate were the broken scraps that they got by dumping the bag upside down and shaking it vigorously). The sandwich also looked pretty unappealing when it arrived.

Perhaps I didn't give it the usual attention that I have given my other coffee shops because I put on Netflix while I was eating. (I was exhausted and needed to unwind after all of the theatre I'd absorbed in less than 24 hours). I whipped out an extremely scattered brained post during that time (for which I apologize because it is lacking in detail and my usual wit).

Part of the reason I went here was because they had ice cream. Even though they had other delicious looking dessert treats, I thought I should go with ice cream since it was the main draw for me. I went with Cookies and Cream which is a departure from the norm for me. They didn't have a lot of flavors and the chocolate looked questionable, as if they'd let it melt and refrozen it which everyone knows just tampers with the ice cream's DNA and will never be as good as it was originally.

I took my dairy product to go and walked to my meeting. I'm going to be working as a teaching assistant at a Hebrew school for the Jewish high holidays in a few weeks. It should be painless but little did I know that I would be partially responsible for the day's curriculum so while all of the fellow teachers and assistants had come with brilliant ideas for their classrooms, I ate the free snacks.

After that, it was the train/bus home, where I made myself a veggie burger and used the neighbor's WiFi to buy a toaster from Target.