Blast from the Past

I grew up not far from lovely Downers Grove (although Omega is actually a small chain, and there are other locations in the Chicagoland area where you can obtain skillets, patty melts, and other grease-bomb atrocities served by people who some might describe as the illiterate cousins of Greek gangsters), and my friends and I were definitely some of the troublemaking youngsters that, at 1 in the morning, would in fact order the Surprise Zombie (fifth one down as of right now). I'm impressed that the damn thing is still around, given that it's absolutely awful and no one in their right mind would ever want to encounter it more than once in a lifetime.