Comet Cafe

So this is the place I wanted to go.  Comet Cafe.  Not Sobelman's.  COMET. Now that I knew where it was, I was dead set on going here.  Unfortunately in my awkward half step past the door the last time, I didn't notice there were two doors.  My luck, I pick the wrong one.

So here's the deal.  I open the wrong door, and am basically standing at a server station.  The server stares at me, and then goes and works a table.  No words.  Then, I look to the right, and see the people waiting in line.  It's into the windbreak room.  I walk through the line, and stand there awkwardly in the foyer.  Then I see someone go up to the bar and sign in.  Mother effer.  So I walk back through the line of people to put my name down.  Thankfully, a server asks if it's only me and that there are spots open at the bar.  So I sit down and grab what I think is a menu.  It's a drink menu, and the guy that just sat me is cleaning and switching out the pages.  Awesome.  I finally get a real food menu and a clean/new drink menu.  I ordered the Reuben, and it was delicious.  I also ordered a 3 floyds, as I couldn't get the beer in Illinois.  Half way through the meal, the guy comes back and asks if I want free bacon.

I repeat:

I made this.  Look at how pretty it is. It kinda looks like bacon text.  Mmmm bacon.

 
Of course I got free bacon.  Like half a pound of it.  The people sitting next to me were on the fence about getting some, so I shared my basket.  The girl on the other side was vegetarian, so she didn't want my bacon.  Her loss, I pigged out.  This place rules.