Union Station: A

One of the things I hate most in the world is a small and/or local business that doesn’t take credit cards. Attention, business owners: You need to make it as easy as possible for me to spend money at your place. But sometimes things work out for the best.

We went to Spud Melvin’s Chicago Hot Dogs because we were out in the world and needed some food, but since they didn’t take credit cards, we took our business to Union Station, which is in the same complex as the excellent and outstanding Medicine Shoppe.

First of all, it’s a dark bar. And dark is good. Bars need to be dark. Since it’s my day off from work, it didn’t occur to me that there was a murder here a couple days ago. Weird.

Second, their happy hour is from 11 a.m. to 7 p.m., one of the longest happy hours I’ve ever seen. Well-done, Union Station. If I ever need to get my drink on before noon, I know where to go.

Happy Hour at Union Station

11 a.m. to 7 p.m. happy hour. God bless you, Union Station

I ordered the half-pound smothered burrito. The girlfriend ordered a burger. Despite being served on a paper plate with plastic utensils, the food was good. For bar food, it was outstanding. Adrienne says the burger was a little overcooked, but the fact that they offered mayonnaise with it sort of makes up for it. As for my meal, I have no complaints. The burrito even had jalapenos in it. Perfect. And with a pitcher of PBR, extra-perfect. And before rush-hour traffic: Extra-extra-perfect.

Union Station burger

The burger, with fries (and mayonnaise)

Union Station burrito

Why is this picture so blurry? Because it's a dark bar, like we said earlier. Cut us some slack.

So the bar was dark, and the food was good. What else? Turns out that Jag Panzer plays there. Who’s Jag Panzer? Good question. Jag Panzer is only the very first band I ever saw in concert. Next time they’re at Union Station, I’m there.

Anything else? Oh, their menu had a lot of typos and misspellings in it. But you know what? I’m off the clock, so it doesn’t matter.


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  • http://mercurygrin.livejournal.com mercurygrin

    Ah, Union Station. It’s like the land that time forgot. Where 80’s fashion, ear bleeding metal, and parking lot acquired STDs run rampant. I am morbidly curious about their 10 drinks for $15 punch card special.

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