I tumbled through the door on a freezing Ann Arbor Tuesday, my glasses immediately fogging over with a glorious, greasy cloud of griddle steam and the scent of onions caramelizing into submission.
Every inch of the walls is a neon-and-sticker-plastered manifesto, a chaotic collage of local punk bands and faded memories that makes you feel like you’re sitting inside a giant, well-loved scrapbook.
This legendary 24-hour landmark is the best spot in Michigan for authentic Hippie Hash and late-night comfort food in a vintage, neon-soaked atmosphere…