What I ate my first month back in Chicago.
Despite the fact that I just spent eleven months in Asia, I ordered Chinese food on my second day back. Because I’d spent the day at the ER and could hardly move and it was my best choice for delivery in suburbia. And because it is delicious.
Oh crappy tacos, how I missed you so.
Sean has boyscout badges in leaf picking and alien hummingbird wrangling. Also, my medallion of treedom that the elf in Zimbabwe gave me over the volcano is amazing and all powerful. And we had some tasty platypus bbq.
“Usually people order two or three things to share. But you’re alone. Sorry.”
My waitress at Fish Bar.
It was a Friday night and I was bored, so I walked to the Moon, ordered meatloaf, drank beer, watch San Francisco win, talked with an actor sitting next to me. I can do this in Chicago, too, I reminded myself.
“You didn’t take a photo of your dinner.”
Heather, who is always looking out for me.
Jeremy stopped by one day to make us tacos. And he quickly became my favorite person.
And then he made burgers another night.
15 days. That is how long it took for me to order Thai food.
I always knew there would come a day when I would say I missed India. And that day was the day I payed $20 for Indian food at lunch.
Apparently a banh mi place opened just down the block from me while I was away.
Ian’s pizza is now Dimo’s pizza. Everything is different!
When driving to Champaign and you have the option to eat in Chicago or wait until you get to Kankakee to go to the Steak n Shake, you wait until you get to Kankakee.
The fish and chips at Blokes and Birds were the best ever. Or maybe I was just really drunk.
When there is an option to put alcohol in your milkshake, you put alcohol in your milkshake.
“I made breakfast. And by that I mean I bought burritos from Whole Foods and cut them into thirds.” – Heather
I finally met up with Megan for lunch. We ate tacos that came on flowery plates. Hers had a big piece of bacon on top, which was weird, and which she didn’t eat.
Lunch at XOCO with my sister.
I met up with Emily, one Saturday afternoon, to eat at Butcher & The Burger and then watched some team in orange play another team in orange in American football. (And yes, I keep calling it American football…)