I thought this place was cute. I was meeting up with a friend and she happened to be vegetarian so she suggested this place. She’s been going to this place since high school.

I had one of the specials of the day, Green Chilaquiles. It’s pieces of tortillas chips with scrambled egg on top. They made the tortillas with herbs or spices so it was tasty. I thought it could have gone without the scrambled eggs. But it was a pretty expensive dish, $9 for chips and eggs.

I decided to try the peanut butter shake (it’s ice cream peanut butter, banana, apple cider). It was yummy, but you have to like peanut butter, which I do.

My friend had the fajitas and they used “seitan.” Never heard of it before, it’s supposed to be a meat substitute; got to taste it and it’s not bad. I’d want to try a dish next time with seitan in it.

Even though it’s on the expensive side, I’d go back to try their lunch/dinner items, as well as the baked goodies.

Street parking isn’t hard to find, so that’s a plus. Service was kind of bad. We waited a while for our waiter to get our orders, then he forgot to give us utensils. Well, he served us our food then we realized we didn’t have utensils and he’d already walked away. So we asked another lady for utensils. After a couple of minutes our waiter came back and gave us our utensils. Odd. He only came back once to fill our water glasses and I was pretty thirsty that day.

If you know Evanston, I don’t need to explain what an aging hippie joint this is. If you’re not familiar with the area, I won’t explain, because I couldn’t do it justice.

This isn’t a bad restaurant, but it is one of those restaurants that gives veggie places a bad name. The decor’s mediocre, the service is mediocre, the food’s mediocre, the desserts are mediocre until you get to the vegan ones – then they’re just plain bad. (I ate a dessert there that consisted of sesame seeds and glue. I literally could not bite it or break it.) Meat eaters then say, “Oh, vegetarianism is boring.” It’s not vegetarianism’s fault: there’s just no sense of enthusiasm or happiness at BFC. If that’s asking too much, I’ll give that sesame glue stick another go.