Frog and Goat

Class is over now and the fun can begin! Actually, we’ve been having a good time eating well. Last night we went to the Saloon Steakhouse and that was some awesome beef. We went up into the John Hancock Tower Observatory after dinner and it seemed the view went on forever. It made you feel like a small fish in a really large pond.

The night before we went to Topolobampo. The food and service was some of the best I’ve experienced. Every step of the way the food was outstanding, from the guacamole at the start to the small candies at the end. We even got to see the man himself–it’s nice to know he still stays active in the kitchen.

Tonight, it’s time for some deep-dish pizza.

We were supposed to have an easy flight from Richmond to Chicago. Instead we sat on the ground in Richmond longer than the flight was supposed to last. A cascade of fail occurred including the coupler doo-hickey that fuels the plane automagically broke and a guy had to sit on the wing and pump the fuel in…it was like a long trip to Wawa. Then, we were overweight and couldn’t use the long runaway because in typical Richmond fashion the runway was closed for road maintenance. When we finally rode past that section of runway the f*ckers were standing there doing no work. I’m sorry, but if I sit on the tarmac for 2+ hours then I’d better see someone lifting a shovel as I go past. Richmond and their inability to do anything correctly when it comes to road maintenance—road, runway, whatever the FAIL is high in Richmond.

Dinner in Chicago was delicious and we finally go to try Fat Tire Ale. Not spectacular, but something I’d buy to have on hand for hot summer days. Also, finally, tried Grappa. The ale and the grappa are things we never see on the menu in the RIC.

I dragged myself to the grocery store after work yesterday. I like to cook, but general grocery store shopping is something I loathe. Shopping at a fancy store for a special meal is entirely different than making sure I buy a bag of onions and a refill for the window cleaner spray bottle. By the way, the generic window cleaner stuff was half the price of Windex and they sat right next to each other on the shelf. Hi, I’ll spend that $2 on something else.

I got in the check-out line and I was behind a guy in his late twenties. He is the microwave king. He had about 8 3-minute pizzas, several bags of that frozen meal in a bag stir-fry stuff, a large bag of cereal, a dozen of those little servings of ravioli, a big bottle of wine, a jug of OJ and a jug of milk. Oh, and Lunchables. He’s probably a barrel of laughs at work if he’s bringing Lunchables to the office. Yes, I was being judgmental in the check-out line. Hard to believe, I know.