NOW OPEN at 6981 N. Sheridan Road Chicago 773-654-1444. The Growling Rabbit - a café in Rogers Park offers a variety of hot foods, sandwiches, soups, salads, along with baked goods, BYOB and great coffee and tea!

This weekend I skipped over to The Growling Rabbit - a cafe less than 1/4 a mile from Loyola University, on Sheridan.  I judged the book by the cover (the 6-foot rabbit on the front window) and decided to give it a whirl.

The menu sounded tasty - a mix of breakfast, brunch, lunch, & dinner with a college-town vibe and a comfort-food influence.  I opted for a cheese and mushroom quiche with vegan slaw and a cup of black coffee with a granola scone.

Total price $12

In regards to taste I was fairly satisfied.  The vegan slaw was boring but I only had 1/8 of a cup to try.  3 bites later and I found myself wondering if I had imagined it, or if it was just so bland I forgot I had eaten it.  The quiche was delicious but, and I'm not sure what this says about me, I was disappointed with the portion size.  When you can get a slice of pizza big enough to use as a baseball glove for $2.95 and then you get a piece of quiche smaller than a piece of pie, you can't help but be a little sad clown.

BUT...

I will say this - granola scone with my coffee... A+.  Eric got a cinnamon roll that was as wide as a small dinner plate and so rich I asked it to start paying my rent.  Homemade baked goods will always win a place in this country girl's heart.

My biggest complaint would be the decor.  Lime-green walls with strange photos of rabbits kind of throw around.  I think I felt a disconnect between the food prices and the way the cafe looked unfinished.  Thankfully it was a beautiful day so we sat outside and escaped having to stare at those odd little bunnies for too long.

I think they're onto something and I can't give a definitive review until I have at least one more chocolate-chip cinnamon roll.  But for now I give The Growling Rabbit....

3 out of 5 carrots.

I'm appalled.

I do not want to have a straight marriage, but I would never tell you that you are going to hell because you want one.  I would also never speak for God and claim to know what He/She/It wants and/or thinks is morally permissible.

This is so saddening, it's it?

We can't get over ourselves.  Still, in 2012, we are fighting the same battle with different players;

"YOU need to be this and do this and be this way and not be the way that comes natural to you because that is what GOD wants!  It says it right here in the Bible - GOD wants it and GOD hates FAGS."

Really?  

...Really?

Fuck you.

I spent so much of my time being afraid of life.  I was afraid to be me and say what I wanted to say.  I was afraid to go to school because everyday I had to deal with being called a faggot and wondering how many times I would have to pretend not to hear it in a 24-hour period.

Do you know what it's like to be 13 years old and have to figure out alternative ways to get to class so you don't have to walk by certain people?  Kids are committing suicide in middle school for SOME reason.

Do you know what it feels like to fall in love with someone and then have everybody around you tell you that your love is disgusting and unholy and repulsive?

I just don't understand it.  Why the controversy?  Why do you STILL insist on telling us all that what we are doing is wrong?  Does it make sense that we would purposely put ourselves through all this controversy because we woke up and decided to be different - to be hated.

Do you REALLY think that we need to pray about being gay and ask God to take it away from us?  It's a lifestyle, it's a sexual preference... it's not cancer for fuck's sake.

I hate to burst your bubble, but I wouldn't change it for anything.

Since I moved to Chicago I have met some of the most amazing people.  Artists, actors, painters, cooks, friends, lovers, sports fanatics, booze hounds, execs, lemmings, and so on and so on...  I don't think they would pray for forgiveness either.

GodHatesFags.com?  I would like to think that 1-God doesn't hate, and 2-If God did hate, He/She/It would hate, hate.

I don't know...  It's all becoming extremely hurtful.  I don't LOVE the thought of having sex with someone who is morbidly obese but what kind of person what I be to post all over Facebook/Twitter/G+/Blogger/MySpace how disgusting and damnable a person is who does, is?  I mean seriously, someone PLEASE explain to me...

What. The. Fuck. Does. It. Matter?

Don't like gay-sex?  Don't have it.  Me marrying someone I love won't make you queer.  I promise.  I'm not going to have sex with my husband on the front lawn of your church.

I'm grateful to be in a place like Chicago because this place gets in your blood.  I never realized how much of my personality I had to hide living in Dayton, Ohio.  Again, it hurts my feelings knowing that there are places in the world where you really can be whoever and whatever it is you want to be and I suffocated myself and allowed the Southern Baptist agenda to beat me into the dirt over...and over...and over again.

Change takes time and this is going to be a long journey.  But for the sake of the gays in your family, and believe me, YOU have gays in your family and they're probably terrified to tell you because of all the negativity you spew, keep your fag-bashing off of social media.  It all started as a place for friends and look what we've done to ourselves.