An early false start at Hertz: my Texas-plate Ford Focus was stone dead with not even juice to pop the trunk (as we say here). Returning to the rental desk I was told off for bringing back the keys, and got flipped a new set by the assistant with a grunt that told me that working in car rental doesn’t provide much in the way of job satusfaction.
Never mind, a Toyota Yaris was waiting for me in bay 409 and worked and everything. So, I stuck Neil Young’s 1971 “Live at Massey Hall” CD in and launched myself eagerly .. into the stand-still rush-hour Chicago traffic.
Three miles and one hour later this was looking like a schoolboy error and I was getting peckish. Flipping through the guide book and weighing the relative merits of food and art, I swung off the freeway and headed to Logan Square to find Hot Doug’s
Getting off the I-90 was a great move and was soon in lighter neighborhood traffic. I may have run a couple of STOP signs before I had exactly figured out what they meant, but no harm done. Arriving at my destination was serendipity itself as Hot Doug’s is right opposite Midway, the legendary Chicago developer and publisher. These guys were famous for many arcade game franchises including Mortal Kombat but sadly filed for Chapter 11 this year and were bought by Warner Brothers.
Even worse than that, Doug had packed up shop and gone home, I’d arrived 30 minutes too late.
Not to worry! My guide suggested another hot dog hot spot: the “Wiener’s Circle” over in the Gold Coast district. This place is notorious for the abusive servers who engage in foul-mouthed banter with a usually drunk crowd staying open until 4:30am on the weekends.
However, like the Hertz rental lady, it was monosyllablic indifference rather than hot-blooded abuse I encountered. Luckily the hot dog was worth it: if you have it with “the works”, which I did, then it comes covered in onions, pickles, mustard, relish, tomatoes, celery salt and hot peppers. Or “dragged through a hedge”.
Thre’s more: a request for a “chocolate milkshake” accompanied by a $20 bill earns you a topless flash from the waitresses!
No, I didn’t. Dogged up, I pointed the car at my stop-over destination Joliet. Arriving at Fairfield Inn I was greeted by the effusive “Jeff” who assured me he could take care of anything I could possibly need, so I gave him $20 and asked for a chocolate milkshake. Of course I didn’t, I went to bed, watched 3/4 of the Blues Brothers and recognised some of the locations in the famous car chase, and fell asleep at 10:45 (or 4:45am your time).
What next? Route 66 to St. Louis! I have gotten the way-points from this helpful website and loaded them into my TomTom. Route 66 only exists in fragments in Illinois and has been largely superceded by other freeways. George let me know that this route is “pretty much dullsville” but I hope to find a few nuggets of interest.
Plan is to head down to Springfield which is about 150 miles away to go and see where Abraham Lincoln had his family home for 17 years (plus probably get some more hot dogs), and then finish up the trip and arrive in St. Louis by around 4pm.
4 thoughts on “Chocolate Milkshakes”
Good entry, I like it!!! 🙂 you are a funny sausage! Miss you xxxxx
Hi Nick. Just found you at my lycos (junk) address so we have now hopped in your trunk for the rest of your trip.
We had farmers’ market in Kelso this morning so stocked up on bread, home made salami and bacon, cheese, olive oil (will we see olive groves in the UK before we die?) and merangues. Off to the house now with another carload of worldly goods for DIY and gardening theme short break.
The house now has a letterbox and its own e-mail. Telephone and URL in the pipeline.
Have a Dr Pepper and bacon with maple syrup for us.
Hey there, silly wiener
How weird to think of you enjoying the Land of the Free(way) while we were debating the motion ‘America as a superpower is in terminal decline’ at the Brighton Festival.
FYI The facts were presented (by Martin Jaques of Marxism Today) as incontovertible. China will supercede the US as an economic tour de force in 2027- and it will be game over.
The very funny Howerd Jacobson ( from Paulo’s old school) put up a stout defence along the lines that America has all the best tunes. Chinese children sing along to Michael Jackson – and that gives the American ( who are only a subset of us Brits anyway ) the advantage in the long term.
But cultural hegemony dont mean a thing if it aint got no cash for weapons. And the vote was carried 270 to 170.
At the risk of offending your hosts see what they think of the motion!
So the Brighton Festival is nearly over. The highlight for me was winning the competition to tea with Marcus Zusak. The low point ‘Breaking News’ by Rimini Protokol – felt like a bad day at Bush House.
Nick you’ve missed it again.But this time you have an alibi.
Looking forward to the next installment.
Take care and lots of lovexxxx
Hey Sarah & Andy: thanks for stopping by! Thanks for the good wishes: funny you should mention Dr. Pepper, did you know it was introduced to the world at the World Fair in St. Louis in 1904? They also take credit for the ice cream cone and “toasted ravioli”, which is still to be tried…