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People of Flossmoor: You Drive Like Self-Entitled Pricks

An open letter to my fellow residents in the great village of Flossmoor, IL.

Dear Flossmoorians,

We all have to drive. We all know we have to drive, because we all moved to the suburbs. Metra’s great, but it won’t take you everywhere, whenever you want (jury’s still out on whether the CTA can even do that). Fellow residents, since moving to Flossmoor, there are a couple patterns I’ve noticed that cause a certain amount of distress.

1. Mornings at the Flossmoor Metra station. Just like you, I drop my spouse off at the Metra station in the morning. As expected, there is a lot of traffic in this area in the morning, both pedestrian and motor vehicle. I know you’re all impatient, just like I am. But just because you are in a hurry does not mean I should run over a pedestrian in the crosswalk so you can get on your merry way. The pedestrians should also not feel the need to speed up (since most of them are already walking quickly or running to make their trains!) just because you can’t wait 4 more seconds at the stop sign. Dropping your spouse off at the Metra station also does NOT entitle you to pull away in front of other cars. If I’m honking at you, it’s not saying hi, it’s saying “HEY ASSHOLE I’M DRIVING HERE!” So please, feel free to not beep back, and just take the chastising honk in stride.

2. Residential intersections without stop signs. A good majority of Flossmoor’s residential areas have streets without stop signs. The only stop signs are located at the intersections of a residential road and a main road. Sometimes there are 3-street residential intersections, and the majority of the intersections are not perfect square/right angle street intersections. According to the Illinois Rules of the Road, this is the proper way to proceed:

When two vehicles on different roadways reach an uncontrolled intersection at the same time. The vehicle on the left should yield to the vehicle on the right.

Strangely enough, I never seem to see this habit practiced. In fact, I see no yielding whatsoever. The intersection approach seems to be more of a “barrel through the intersection at top speed, signifying that I have the right of way, even if there are multiple cars waiting on the other street(s).” I work a schedule that is off about an hour from the regular 9-5, so I don’t typically drive during rush hour periods. Fortunately, I haven’t seen a situation in which two self-entitled drivers approach the same intersection. But I HAVE seen one self-entitled driver at pretty much every single intersection since I’ve moved here. Literally, I have only seen one person cautiously yield at these intersections, and this was last week. We have lived in Flossmoor since December, 2008.

This is really just an irritation to me, but perhaps not to others. Homewood-Flossmoor is one of the top school districts in the state, so there are MANY children in our residential areas. I can only imagine that if a driver will not yield to another vehicle, the driver will also not yield to (or perhaps not pay enough attention to see) a young pedestrian.

Of course, I’m sure most of you fellow Flossmoorians are not this careless when you wheel your $50,000 SUVs onto the roadways. If, perhaps, either of these habits sound familiar, please revisit the updated Illinois Rules of the Road manual.

Love, Peace, and Axle Grease,
Ann

How to fail at mexican cooking

Edit: what the crap I didn’t title my damn entry.

This past weekend we were looking forward to plundering the Asian markets, but unfortunately the car decided to have an electrical short, so we did a whole lot of not much this weekend. And depending on how large the bill is for that electrical short, we may be doing a whole lot of not much for the foreseeable future.

On Saturday we decided to venture out to the local “Mexican” restaurant, Cilantro. I had been sort of wavering on the authenticity of the place (not to mention the fact that they close for “siesta” on Sundays? Um, what?), which is one of the reasons why we haven’t been even though it’s less than a 10 minute walk from our house. If you visit their website, you’ll notice that it says “The Taste of Mexico!” next to some rockets shooting out of… hamburgers.

One of the big questions posed by the potential diner is, “how do you define an authentic Mexican restaurant?” Does the restaurant NEED Mexican cooking staff? Most would say this is necessary, but as my guacamole (and, in general, Mexican cooking) will show you, a person does not need to be Mexican to grasp Mexican cooking.

Well, whoever is cooking at Cilantro does not grasp Mexican cooking. For the “basics” (burritos, tacos, etc), Cilantro does an OK job. I ordered Chiles Rellenos, which is a pretty common dish. It was not very good.  My chiles were soggy, and there was nothing in the cheese to anchor it in the chili, so whenever I cut into it a blob of cheese would plop out onto my plate, surrounded by soggy poblano juice. Also, the beans were canned, and the salsa was so mild even Vic was eating it.

You know, I really don’t have a problem with canned beans if you’re cooking at home and don’t feel like taking 5 hours to make some refried beans. But damn, if I’m plunking down $10+, there had better be some house refried beans on my plate you lazy bastards.

The tragedy of it all: their margaritas are AWESOME! So if you’re in the Homewood/Flossmoor area and you need a margarita, hit up Cilantro. Unless it’s Sunday, or after about 9:30PM.  Cilantro is only open until 10, 11PM on Fridays — but not Saturdays.

Final verdict: Underwhelming, Americanized Mexican food. Not recommended unless you eat elsewhere and are just heading over for the margaritas. Seriously, Pepe’s is more authentic, and probably less expensive.

I suppose some updates are due…

I’m sure you all have been religiously checking my blog EVERY DAY since I stopped posting. Anyway, a lot has happened since my last posting flurry.

1.  We never moved to Yorkville, and we never built a house. We lived with my parents for a while, and when the economy tanked, so did our builder. Our house was 75% done. One of our would-be neighbors had a house that was COMPLETELY finished, and was never allowed to move in. The guy had also done all of his own electrical work. We were mad enough but DAMN, that’s enough to drive someone mad. The subdivision we would have moved into is a ghost town. Some of the houses are still vacant; I think there are about 10 families living there right now. The HOA fees must be enormous. At least we got our deposit money back.

B.  We, instead, moved to Flossmoor! Quite a change from Yorkville. Flossmoor is almost the polar opposite of Yorkville. Yorkville is due west of the city center, and Flossmoor is due south of the city center. We think moving to Flossmoor was a better move though… The train commute is shorter, there are more train options, and we can even walk to the train station. It helps that there is a brewpub with excellent beer in our train station. The Aurora Metra has the Walter Payton Roundhouse, but their beer has really been declining in quality. Flossmoor Station? MMM MMM GOOD.

3.  We got a dog in January and named her Addie. She was a vicious baby eater pit bull. I say was because, unfortunately, we had to put her to sleep. We were very sad, but she introduced us to the wonderful dogs that are pit bulls, and we decided to honor her life by rescuing another pit bull. Which brings us to…

D.  Matty! If you pay attention to the Flickr photostream to your right, I’m sure you’ll notice a cute black doggie named Matty. He loves Vic more, but I forgive him.

I hope you have enjoyed our time together today. I’m making an effort to start blogging more often, and even wrote down a list of topics I would like to cover with you, my loyal readers.