Chicago isn't so bad after all
OK, all I've seen of Chicago is the worst traffic ever. What I meant to say is Evanston, Ill. is pretty nice. In fact, this morning it's almost tropical, with warm, humid air and very breezy. My kind of weather. I'm sitting in a Peet's Coffee & Tea writing this, which reminds me of California, too.
But this is a food blog (sometimes), so I should start by saying my day yesterday pretty much ended at Tapas Barcelona.
I say ended because with the endless drive from scenic Newton Falls, Ohio, and the hour and a half in Chicago traffic, after Gailor and I had unloaded the car I turned to her and said, "I need a nice dinner, by which I mean alcohol."
"I knew what you meant, Mom."
That Gailor. Sometimes she's almost telepathic. ...
One glass of sangria on the restaurant's very nice patio was almost enough to cure the aches and pains and put me to sleep after the day we had had.
For some reason, we had a lot more trouble with this trip than we did with the cross-country jaunt. The reason being I-80. THE MOST BORING INTERSTATE IN THE UNIVERSE. Gailor said she was beginning to feel like no matter where she traveled -- California, Florida -- the route always went through Ohio. And that was not a good thing. "Nothing against Ohio, but it sucks."
Gailor doesn't like it when she's driving and her passenger does something else, like a sudoku or napping, so if you fall asleep she pokes you awake. It's like being tortured, especially if you're driving through Ohio.
* We saw jersey wall units stored in corn fields three times.
* Every mile for a stretch there was a sign that said, "Animal loose in area when flashing." Squirrel? Moose? (Once the light was flashing but no animal.)
* The entertainment of the day was reading the back of trucks. Did you know that they advertise on the back of trucks for drivers? And that the going rate is 42 cents a mile?
* Every fast food vendor in each of the service plazas is listed on the back of the turnpike ticket.
* Driving on I-80 and I-90 you pass the exits to every school in the Big Dance.
* Burger King has come up with the idea of cutting up an apple (Red Delicious, I'm sure), putting the pieces in a french fry container and calling them "apple fries." And charging big bucks for them.
But my favorite thing was seeing that someone had planted a tomato plant (pictured below) at the Mishawaka service plaza. It makes me feel All Is Not Lost.
Today Gailor has a community service day, so later this afternoon I'll make my way on the el to Midway. I have a pretty good Southwest number, A-37, so barring anything unforeseen, I'll be back in Baltimore tonight.