The worst thing about the ogre den was the Halloween candy because none of us could not take one every time we were in the kitchen and the kids snaked all the Reese's early on. Perfect location between my father's snooty Washington Park hood and my beloved Baker. An urgent care was just a few blocks away which strep made necessary and the dude in the liquor store across the street was always nice. Tons of little things like extra toothbrushes, charging stations and even an occasional glimpse of Cedar's pup made it a great stay.