JAG takes Bam on 4 hour sausage odyssey
Posted: Sat Jun 19, 2010 11:29 pm
Since weather considerations interfered with me and JAG spending her bday together, I felt somewhat obligated to not talk her out of her harebrained ideas.
"Let's go shopping in the morning. Then take a cab to this place called Hot Doug's for lunch. Three people told me they have great duck fat fries. It's only 3 miles from our hotel."
JAG shows me the menu on her iPhone and adds "this is the cheapest place you will ever take me to lunch."
Well, it's 3 miles on the Dan Ryan Expressway which is having more work done to it than Nancy Pelosi's face. Stop and start. Stop and start in a hot cab. My stomach felt worse than when my plane landed in Chicago at 2 am during a blistering rain storm after consuming 4 bottles of blended scotch.
We finally get out of the $20 cab ride from hell and find a line outside of Hot Doug's.
"Do you think the locals are mocking us for standing in line the same way we mock the people who stand in line at Mother's?"
"You make it so hard to be nice to you."
"thanks."
I buy a Chicago Sun Times. Utterly the most worthless paper in America. I read about a huge marijuana bust.
We finally get to the front of the line. Doug actually takes your order. We order a brat, a polish sausage (JAG's first of the day) and a bison chipolte with ale mustard and a Irish cheddar porter cheese, one order of duck fat fries and two t shirts which instantly double the cost of the meal. Doug is a fairly engaging dude and had specific condiment recs for each sausage.
We get our drinks. After about ten minutes the food is brought. The duck fat fries were awesome. Rest of the post tomorrow. Jag is craving more polish sausage.
"Let's go shopping in the morning. Then take a cab to this place called Hot Doug's for lunch. Three people told me they have great duck fat fries. It's only 3 miles from our hotel."
JAG shows me the menu on her iPhone and adds "this is the cheapest place you will ever take me to lunch."
Well, it's 3 miles on the Dan Ryan Expressway which is having more work done to it than Nancy Pelosi's face. Stop and start. Stop and start in a hot cab. My stomach felt worse than when my plane landed in Chicago at 2 am during a blistering rain storm after consuming 4 bottles of blended scotch.
We finally get out of the $20 cab ride from hell and find a line outside of Hot Doug's.
"Do you think the locals are mocking us for standing in line the same way we mock the people who stand in line at Mother's?"
"You make it so hard to be nice to you."
"thanks."
I buy a Chicago Sun Times. Utterly the most worthless paper in America. I read about a huge marijuana bust.
We finally get to the front of the line. Doug actually takes your order. We order a brat, a polish sausage (JAG's first of the day) and a bison chipolte with ale mustard and a Irish cheddar porter cheese, one order of duck fat fries and two t shirts which instantly double the cost of the meal. Doug is a fairly engaging dude and had specific condiment recs for each sausage.
We get our drinks. After about ten minutes the food is brought. The duck fat fries were awesome. Rest of the post tomorrow. Jag is craving more polish sausage.