We don't love its 18-and-older policy.
We don't love its Brooklyn bias.
We don't love the unreliable selection.
We don't love the distracting smokers outside.
We don't love the poor sound and sight lines.
We don't love waiting in line in the cold.
We don't love that he sides with Mayor Daley on most votes.
We don't love the lack of Sunday hours.
We don't love the suspiciously long waits to get in.
We don't love getting there.
We don't love its dated, over-the-top decor.
We don't love the influx of cheapie stores.
We don't love its craptastic weather.
We don't love the winter onslaught of predictable holiday fare.
We don't love its trippy dance floor.
We don't love race-day temperature roulette.
We don't love croissants, bread and pastries.
We don't love that it's closed on Sundays.
We don't love unremarkable waffle fries.
We don't love that all burgers are cooked well done.
We don't love the time they take to make.
We don't love how hard it is to get one of the discounted appointments.
We don't love registration madness.
We don't love its dull nightlife.
We don't love the annoyingly obscure playlists.
We don't love its unforgiving seats.
We don't love shelling out big bucks for parking.
We don't love getting wet while browsing books.
