I rolled us into Chicago and Gil headed us out, and in between we visited one of the city’s major attractions, just beneath the Navy Pier and the Sears Tower: Mr. Beef, the downtown locus of all that is juicy and meaty and our first destination whenever we’re in town. The Italian Beef Sandwich pairs hot shaved tenderloin with a melange of finely diced vegetables (called giardinera, if you must know) and a soft bun, all of it dipped in a special beefy broth which runs down your chin with each bite. Crush a vanilla milkshake at the same time and go take a nap.
This is all good fuel for a talk I’m giving tonight at The Book Stall in Winnetka, one of Chicago’s northern suburbs. It’s an early event, 6:30, but should be fun. I promise to wash the Mr. Beef grease off my hands before I arrive.