Our dining experiences in Chicago have been *fabulous* so far.
When we finally trundled into the city proper last night at 7 pm Central time, we headed straight to the Chicago Diner in Logan Square. Our hotel was still very distant — more on this in a bit — but we were hungry and irritated from having been in a car since 11 am East Coast time.
Plus, we had white-knuckled our way through serious storms in Indiana, and nerves were frayed.
Dinner came quickly; the children were fairly well behaved considering how tired they were; the drinks took too long (mine was comped). I think I was the happiest with my meal, but *everyone* loved dessert.
Then it was time to find the hotel and go to bed.
M promptly barfed in the car — not a lot, but still, barf — and leaping out of the car to help him, I pulled my left thigh muscle. So.
Hotel, checked in, yadda yadda yadda. I took some ibuprofen. Everyone fell asleep.
The hotel where we are staying is not as convenient to the city as I had hoped. I should’ve done my homework better. Driving in Chicago is insane.
We got started too late today, and basically, we got to the city, ate another fantastic meal (the Eleven City Diner this time), cut our losses, drove back to the hotel and swam for an hour or so.
Of course, we also managed to play and barely win gas tank chicken; find parking for $3; and lose my debit card.
I canceled my card, and pulled my *other* thigh muscle at the pool. We snacked at the hotel room, and we’ve reset our for tomorrow. We found out where the Metra is — my stupid GPS told us we’d be on public transportation for 2+ hours, and this is not the case — and we’re going to head to the city for The Blues Fest.
It’s going to get better. We’re going to do more than just eat great in this city!