If you think food is going to solve all your problems, you’re probably right.
We met up with my friend Marc, who was my roommate while we attended a grad program together, and he took us to the Billy Goat Tavern, made famous by the “Cheeburger, cheeburger” Olympia Café sketch on SNL. The place is all character – and by that I mean buried in the bowels of Michigan Ave. and yellowed by decades of cigarette smoke – but the burgers are fantastic.
With time to kill before the ballgame on the South Side, we walked four miles north to Wrigleyville, where a sound-check was underway for a Tom Petty concert. There was going to be a whole lot of white people dancing last night.
I have way more to talk about, but I just got back from a three-hour rain delay that pushed the opening pitch to 10 p.m., and have to be up in four hours to catch a plane. I regret nothing.
