that’s right, hot doug‘s. It isn’t hot dog although we are in Chicago and there is an encased meat emporium on virtually every block. We had the breakfast of champions today – hot dog’s. We had read about this place and seen it on tv. Anthony Bourdain even has it on his bucket list of 13 places to eat before you die. They have a practice of cooking their french fries in duck fat on Friday and Saturday so we braved the cold, skipped a dry muffin at the hotel and stood in line to get in the door.
he ate: Spicy beef sausage with coke cola bbq sauce and munster cheese
she ate: Uber garlic pork sausage with bacon-garlic mayo, smoked gouda and roasted garlic cloves
we ate: a chargrilled chicago dog and duck fat fries
Then we walked it off for three or four hours at the museum of science and industry. Saw everything from the only surviving german sub, the U-505 to an exhibit on legos and architecture. delightful.
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>Everything about this post makes me super jealous. I cannot wait til I'm no longer the only ops employee at the Discovery Center. I am counting down the minutes. Hope Chicago was as great as it sounds. See you soon.–claire