At 2485 North Clark Street in Chicago sits a little spot called the Tzatziki Grill. It's a great opportunity for an owl like me to have some lamb. The last time I tried to eat a lamb things got a little out of claw. Let's just say my eyes were bigger than my stomach. They have to be big, since I need to hunt and all. I didn't know what I was thinking, trying to take down a whole lamb all by myself. I managed to get one leg down the ol' owl gullet, but my beak wouldn't snap the bone. This meant essentially that the lamb just had its leg stuck in my throat. I couldn't take any more of it down, what with my stomach already being full, and before I knew it I was stuck. The lamb got up and, to my dismay, started walking around. The hunter had now become the prey, and I had turned into a peg leg of sorts. The 14 vertebrae in my neck were all kinds of crinkled, and this lamb was stomping my stomach into the ground every time he took a step. I looked ridiculous. I was in severe pain and 3 hours later, when I coughed up the pellet, it basically just looked like a black sock around its foot. The lamb then asked me to do the other 3 feet so they matched. I declined.
The lesson I took was to ALWAYS have your lamb prepared for you. I'm an owl. It's just not worth the trouble of taking it down yourself. That's where the Tzatziki Grill comes in. It combines lamb with beef to make a gyro-style meat, taking all the trouble out of my talons and putting that meat in a wrap where it belongs. They have cucumber and pepperoncini, amongst other things, and while it feels more like a burrito, this wrap is all Greek to me. Pair that up with infinite refills on the soda fountain and fresh cut fries (Don't get me started on how hard it is for an owl to get a proper potato) and you've got a recipe for success.
No frills, no nonsense, no worries. I'll eat here again.
3.5 out of 4 hoots.
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