This is my Dad's favorite restaurant in Chicago. Whenever he comes to visit, he practically begs to get their whole roasted chicken dinner (which is a crazy good value with multiple goodies on the side) every night. We live a half block away, and can smell the chickens on their spits All. Day. Long. This is usually an enticing aroma (except for the two times that I've been pregnant and had the one food aversion of chicken. Which I fully admit is random.) But seriously, it (usually) smells incredible. Which is good. Because it's seriously a non-stop Chicken On A Spit operation. Even more randomly, my favorite dish is the charred lamb.