Date Taken: 2/28/07
From: The Drake
To: Millennium Park
The Cab: Clean, fairly roomy. The center seat boasted a functional restraint device with lap and shoulder belt. That’s a whole lot of love for a frequently unoccupied place.
The Driver: If you’re aching for a well-considered and definitive answer to any of life’s burning questions – how long an ice skating trip should last, why people have big families, underage marriage – you’ve hailed the right cab.
Did you know Driver #1490 has five children younger than six? Did you want to know? Well, tough tits. You’re going to find out anyway. There were some clear translation issues, but it seems he’s either an only child or has a sister who somehow doesn’t count. What? It was a lot of information to absorb in ten blocks. Despite the nagging sense that no part of this barrage of facts and figures enhanced my ride or my life in any way, it was delivered with charm and genuine warmth. My mum, encabbed with me, was charmed, and you really can’t dislike a guy who’s nice to your mother.
The Driving: A good blend of caution, patience and well-timed aggression. Offered an array of choices for drop-off points, naturally weighing the pros and cons of each. Ultimately assured us we’d made the right call in selecting a left-turn onto Randolph. A longer walk, maybe, but no one wants to cross Michigan Avenue on foot. Trust him.
Overall rating: 3.5 extended arms
– Natasha Julius
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There are more than 6,000 cabs in the city of Chicago. We intend to review every one of them.
Posted on March 4, 2007