Love the restaurant, hate the food

Is it ever okay to really like a restaurant when the food pretty much sucks? There are so many other challenges to eating in this town: everything closes at 9:30pm, you'll have to wait over an hour for your crappy table, the servers are perfunctorily, superficially, and not-really nice, and it's laughably expensive (more expensive than the everyday Chicago restaurants we've visited). It's not that much fun.

There's some good food to be had - nothing amazing, but fine.


Except we can't stop going to the Big Boy up the road.

The food is kind of terrible, but it's all cheap.
The food is kind of terrible, but you can sit until 2 am.
The food is kind of terrible, but you never have to wait.
The food is kind of terrible, but you can request a booth in the three-season room where nobody else comes by.
The food is kind of terrible, but the waiters are honestly the sweetest, most earnest in town - all these high-school or college-age kids. We have a mutual admiration society - they're always telling us what nice customers we are (and it's true compared with the folks who generally frequent the place) and we're always overtipping them (admittedly not hard on a $12 dinner) and talking excitedly about how nice they were on the way back to the car.

We like the Big Boys. Is that so wrong?