One of the delights of visiting Chicago is indulging in their cuisine. And indulge I did. One would not be amiss in suggesting I OVER-indulged.
You start with a Denny's Grand Slam breakfast, hit Portillo's for a couple jumbo chili cheese dogs for lunch and back again when there's room for a dinner of Chicago beef sandwiches and tamales. For day 2, there's Bob Evan's sausage biscuit bowl - an actual bowl made out of biscuit filled with scrambled eggs, crumbled sausage, home fries, topped with sausage gravy and shredded cheese, followed by Mr. Taco's greasiest and finest for lunch, and Chicago deep-dish pizza for dinner.
Time to take a break? Hell, no. They've got Perkins restaurants, Cracker Barrels galore, polish sausage emporiums, Maxwell Street bone-in pork chop sandwiches, sheesh - I wasn't there long enough to do justice to it all.
And looky - when I got home, I'd only gained 2 pounds. Chicago's cuisine rules!
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