Slim’s on Montrose was located in the trendy neighborhoods of Ravenswood and Lincoln Square. They had burger joint prices with homemade goodness and a chef’s touch of quality that never changed. The distinctive awning on the outside had the name of the place in red and white. Inside the brick building, Slim’s had a black and white checkerboard floor, an order counter in front of the sizzling grill, and plasma screens running sports at every angle. Every time Cronan walked into the place, it brought back good memories. “Manny’s Fire Dogs, coming right up.” Dressed in a black polo with the Slim’s logo, the guy behind the counter grinned and yelled his standing order to the short order cook before Cronan opened his mouth. “What about you, Angel?” the man asked. “I’ll have the grilled chicken pita, Vinny. Gabe’s buying.” “Smart man.” Vinny rang up their order and made change.
