Ronny's takes a lot of good-natured ribbing (most recently in Monica Eng's sidebar on Loop dining in the Tribune last week), but I paid a visit last Friday (at my 7-year-old's request). And if anyone ever wanted to open a 80's-Chicago themed restaurant, they could do worse than to pay a visit here. Nothing seems to have changed in 20 years (when I was a DePaul student down the street): fading pictures of "Rich" Daley, Super Bowl-era Mike Ditka and Harold Washington, careworn decor, old-school video games in the basement, the same democratic clientele.
The food: well, we skipped the bargain steaks and "BBQ" and ordered from the pizza aisle. They serve two species -- an ordinary flat pizza, and a horribly engorged "thick" version, about 85% bread and 15% other (served with a cold side of "sauce" in a little plastic specimen cup). So guess which my son wanted to try? Predictably awful, yes, but I guess I was in the right mood because I wasn't too offended. Along with one of their signature "jumbo," irridescent pink lemonades (with chunks of fruit bobbing waste-like around the brim), it made a memorable lunch.