I've found the most delicious place in chicago. It's this bookstore called "Bookstore: rare, used and well done." It was small and crowded, not just ordinary-used-bookstore-crowded but I mean utterly cluttered, piles and piles of books all over the place, narrow aisles with towering shelves stuffed to bursting, leaning against each other desperately trying to hold their contents. I was not just the only person under sixty in the store, I was also the only female. The owner sat behind this counter surrounded on all sides by shelves crammed with books and shouted things to the other patrons like "TRY FRANCE!! DID YOU LOOK IN FRANCE?" or "CHECK MEDICINE." He also called everyone "pardner." "Take it easy, pardner" he'd say as a patron left. At one point, one of the men's wife came in and inquired as to how much longer he would be in there in a very "You-come-here-way-too-much" tone of voice. Really, this place is heaven. I think I'll go there once a week and pester the man to give me a job. I also went to Powell's on the north side which is good but very neat.