I needed no special encouragement to concur with my client/amigos suggestion that we stop for a drink after a particularly unproductive video preproduction brainstorming session. He was driving; I was half-asleep. We pulled into Old Higgins Inn in Elk Grove Village.
Let me say right off the bat that this place is really noisy. I was thinking that my associate and I might be able to talk a little about our meeting, but the music was blaring. What made it even more obnoxious was that they played the songs in very short bursts like maybe 90 seconds of a song and that was it. What do you need a DJ for? Crazy.
Anyhow, the chow. Their buffet was a table loaded with pizza slices, and they were really pretty okay. Plus, they were free. Thin slices of corn-meal dusted pizza, a patina of tomato sauce, with chunks of sausage that were piquant, but that did not overwhelm the overall composition. The peppers clocked in at an estimated 1,500 Scovilles, but that flavor profile balanced well with virtually unlimited MGDs.
Overall, the selection was not broad, ironically enough, but it was laid out nicely. Lots of meat, saucy slices, cheezy, and some really nice tomatoes.
One impediment to my full enjoyment of this meal were the near constant interruptions. Here I am, eating this really pretty okay za, and these people kept coming up and asking me if I wanted a dance. Finally, I couldnt stand it any more, and I had to shout out, Hey, Im trying to eat here! As Ultimo sez: You have to keep your priorities straight.
Anyway, I had a lot more pizza and beer, and the staff seemed very service-oriented, though as the evening wore on, several hostesses tripped over my head, and at least one or two people hardly seemed to notice when they stepped on my hands.