TLO Restaurants Revisited: Eischen’s Bar and the Gospel of Fried Chicken

Around two or three years ago, I was lying in bed one afternoon when I felt my body start to betray me. It turned out to be my third stroke.

It began as a faint tingle in my feet, and then, almost instantly, it swept through my legs, arms, hands, and worst of all, my chest. Within moments, I had nothing. My vision faded, and I was sure I was about to die.

But I didn’t.