Glenn’s Diner, North Center, Chicago

I’ve been to Glenn’s a few times before, but never on a Tuesday night when they have their all-you-can-eat red Alaskan king crab leg special. Until this week, that is. On Tuesday I met up with Erin and Cinnamon for drinks and dinner at Glenn’s and it was fabulous (both the ladies and the food!).

I mean, seriously. The crab. The legs. They were so big. I don’t even know what to say. I never want those wimpy crab legs you get off a crappy buffet ever again. I mean, they taste good but all that work for nothing. These crab legs were like fist fulls of crab meat. So rewarding and not much work at all. Plus, while I was waiting at the bar for everyone to arrive I made friends with the executive chef. He didn’t know much about wine, except how to pour a lot of it into a glass and he gave us each a glass on him when we each arrived. I think he felt bad because they were pretty packed on account of the crab leg special. I didn’t mind waiting anyway. Erin and Cinnamon and I always have tons to talk about. Throughout the night, though, the chef came by a few times to make sure we were doing well. He said that they break even on the crab special (it’s about $30/person) after you’ve had about 2 of the huge legs and then after that you’re “breaking the bank.” I had 3 legs, I believe. I could have maybe had one more.

Cinnamon, Erin and I ended up closing the place down and being the last to leave at 11 p.m. Time flies when you’re bitching about politics and the economy and swapping life stories! Till next month, girls!