clarkes

**clarkes. **


===**Located on Lincoln between Altgeld and Fullerton is Clarkes.** I started going here when I was two or three years old with my mom, back when the booths were a nauseating (but lovely) combination of rose-ish pink and faded-hospital seafoam green, and I always got the same delicious combination of things: cup of chicken noodle soup and a slice of watermelon. Clarkes, like my basement, has always been a part of my life, and is always a part of my weekends. Every weekend, we either have dinner here, or we end up here after parties because it's open 24 hours. We know and love the waiters, and they know and love us back, and always give us hugs before seating us. Everyone in our group of friends has their "usual," and we often joke about why they even give us menus anymore, because we almost always get the same thing:===

The rare weekends that we don't go to Clarkes feel incomplete, and the waiters often ask where we were, and then proceed to tell us about what happened that weekend.
i'll have the usual...