Jackie has an Old Fashioned, while I have a UofIPA, and we’re drinking them in front of the fireplace in the lobby of the iHotel. After we’ll head back to Houlihans for lunch.

Jackie has an Old Fashioned, while I have a UofIPA, and we’re drinking them in front of the fireplace in the lobby of the iHotel. After we’ll head back to Houlihans for lunch.

On the Internet EVERYBODY knows Ashley is a dog.

“How’s my pupper? Are you puptastic? I bet you are! There’s no pupper puptasticker than you! You’re the puptastickest!”

Jackie has beef ribs! And we’re both drinking Toppling Goliath Cyber Sue IPA.

Jackie has an Old Fashioned, while I’m drinking a 3 Floyd’s Zombie Dust, a decent pale ale that sounded more interesting than any of the IPAs on tap.

At the orthopedics place there are close handicap spaces, then these less-close, but still central spaces. But really shouldn’t there be distant spaces “Reserved for persons with unlimited mobility”?

Every time before, when we were ready for lunch after visiting the Art Institute, the Berghoff had a line, but this time not, so here we are. Both of us are drinking their session ale, called Globetrotter. Good. Refreshing. Jackie likes it better than All Day IPA.

The brats aren’t cooking quite as fast as I’d expected, probably because I didn’t do a great job of getting the bed of charcoal burning evenly.
But soon it’ll be time to put the veggie skewers on anyway.
