Remember the Mad, Mad Mexican, East Lake Street purveyor of remarkably thin enchiladas and other questionable Southwestern fare? Of course you do, because for years and years it was virtually the only middle-of-the-night alternative to Perkins, Embers, and, even lower on the stoner munchie food chain, Winchell's. It wasn't so long ago, come to think of it, that only those Midwesterners living on the furthest social fringes failed to roll up their sidewalks... More >>>