So day two started at 12:40PM, probably the latest I’ve ever woken in my life. I somehow avoided the usual general irritability that follows my sleeping in, dusted myself off, and headed into the city with Paul to find Wrigleyville and Goose Island. Even in Key West my breakfast beer had come after a square meal, so one could authentically question my starting the day with a Goose Island Midwest Coast Wheat.
The actual order? The Stilton Burger, which I’d read about prior to my arrival in Chicago. Those of you who know me even passively are likely aware of my desire to turn everything into a story, and this seemed the appropriate time. The menu reported this: Pepper-crusted burger, Stilton cheese, garlic cloves, German mustard, pumpernickel bread. What was delivered:
It was an unreasonable amount of roasted garlic cloves, served whole and mashed into the blue cheese in the burger. That said, it was actually quite tasty, but again, a poor breakfast choice. As was the addition of a Goose Island Nut Brown Ale to chase it.
From there, off to Chicago Music Exchange. And for those of you who enjoy guitar this may seem a little exciting for you:
We wasted a lot of time there, I got to play the elusive Rickenbacher I’ve chased my entire life, and after my first visit to Whole Foods, finally hit the hotel again. I should note we hit the hotel following a bus ride where one of the many drunks we’ve run into while here offered some nice young lady riders the formidable and heart-healthy advice of “don’t get impregnated”. Sound advice. We cleaned up a bit, jumped in the car, and were off to stop #2 on our “Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives” tour: Smoque BBQ.
Upon our arrival the lineup was out the door and down the street, and it was about 8:30PM. Herb, a USPS delivery man right behind us, informed us it’s like this every night and it’s that good. Around that time a limousine pulled up and emptied an entire family of Albertans, in town for the the restaurant convention, and having heard of Smoque from the same show I had. The head of their crew was quick to offer up a swig of Old No. 7, which we passed on (reluctantly) while getting to know them a little more. Turns out they own a series of hotels and restaurants, as well as Canadian rights to some other brands. It became an incredible entertaining and social line-up that was truly enjoyable. The food? Incredible, but with our systems so out of whack (we’ve barely eaten this trip, and when we do, we eat too much) we didn’t touch near enough of what we’d ordered. Still, what we had was awesome, and we rolled ourselves back to the car, and rolled our car back to the hotel.
I can’t believe I’m typing this at the end of day 3 and still don’t have the initiative or stomach room to try the Bell’s Expedition Stout sitting in front of me. Ugh.
Day two diary is still in moderation, but hopefully up by the time y’all are seeing it:
oh dear… I wonder what happened after Day Two… I wonder if the White Sox fans captured Rick and kept him in their basement so he has no computer access. (like THH…)
he can’t even pay his zonk fees.
i wonder which will happen first:
-a blog by Rick
-a new zonkboard
-a Blue Jays win (now 9L in a row)
Thanks to Rick, we never got to hear Cliff say, “That’s four!” announcing the Blitzburgh victory.
We’re going to the Finals! That’s FOUR!!!!
I voted all Boston players in the East. I hope House doesn’t get me banned from the league when he reads this.
I clearly didn’t break any rules as it stated we’re not allowed to pick players from OUR OWN team.
VERONICA????? Not Betty????!!!! WTF!!!!
I voted for all buffalo players.
Rick, was Flytrap with the trip? I may go for lunch tomorrow. Do they have lots of pickles?
Hey guys – news on the site coming soon. Zonkboard not coming back soon. I’ll explain.
Veronica is so much hotter than Betty.
KP, love the picks. You’re a good man.
House – I would definitely make the trip for Green Eggs and Ham at Fly Trap again, but we don’t always have the same taste. ;)
My KPBBJ scores for this week have thus far been 18, 19 and 14.
I think we have the same taste in food.
And do you guys also like walks along the beach? Let me point you towards Rainbow Trout.
Welcome, Mr. Trout! I hope you have a good weekend.
The Stanley Cup Finals are unwatchable… especially when you have the idiot Hughson doing play-by-play… I know that myself and House are not happy that Cole is not doing it and Rick must be rejoicing.
Cole is talented and intelligent… as is Mr. Trout, who is very intelligent and talented.
I wanted to talk about RFID chips today. I see the area to post is down. It saddens me when The Illuminati shutdown mediums to speak the truth.