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We finally left Indianapolis at about 1 in the afternoon, continuing eastward on Route 70, now guided by google maps right in the dash.
BTW I tracked our gas consumption throughout this journey and we consistently got between 18 and 19.5 MPG (13 liters per 100 km to 12 liters per 100 km), which I thought was pretty amazing.
In the mid 1980's I'd had a job as a contractor to the US federal government that took me to Missouri and Kansas a number of times. What sticks in my memory was going out to dinner at a steak house called Jess & Jims which at that time had a deal that if you could eat a giant steak, it was free. I didn't actually do that, but I remember it being one of the best steaks I've ever had in my life. I wanted to give my son a similar memory so I had been searching for a suitable steak house as we drove west.
It got to be about 5 pm when we reach Champaign-Urbana, Illinois, which is kind of an upscale college town, so we parked downtown and walked around guided by google and looked at several places, but non really fired my imagination as to what a steak house ought to be. What we did find was a micro-brewery called The Blind Pig. Now it was hot, and I was tired and a microbrewery seems heaven-sent, and in we went, even though my son does not enjoy beer. The place was pleasantly cool and dim and we were pretty much the only ones in there. I asked the barkeep about food and he said the did not offer any but that we were welcome to order in. This is something I never had heard of before--ordering food into a bar. Seemed like quite an interesting concept. I thought for a moment and then asked for his recommendation for deep-dish, Chicago pizza.
I should add here that my sons grew up overseas in Asia and the Middle East. So there are gaps in their 'American experience.' Deep dish pizza being one of them. Just like the Ruben sandwich I mentioned earlier. I've wanted to share Chicago deep-dish with my sons for some time and so this seemed like a good opportunity. I ordered the pizza and we made good use of the wait time:
Me drinking a variety of house-brewed IPA's and Jonathan entertaining himself on the phone. He also tried a taste of hard cider which he did not care for:
BTW, that timer on the phone showed the minutes remaining until the pizza was to have been delivered. They did not have a guarantee or anything, but we both were very hungry. The delivery person turned out to be a lady my age or older, which was kind of food for thought.
When the pizza came, it did not disappoint. And it was huge. This is the pizza after two hungry men could eat no more:
Eventually we left The Blind Pig, with Jonathan driving as Jonathan does not drink at all and dear old dad had had a little too much IPA to do anything other than navigate.
On we went, pausing from time to time as necessary.
Eventually we made it at dusk to Springfield Illinois, of Abraham Lincoln fame in the pouring rain and a thunderstorm alert:
But, I am happy to say, we made it with no issues to a nice Marriott. Here's a little video Jonathan took for those interested--I look grumpy, but I'm really not. I tend to think that this may be the very first time Biscuit experienced rain like this. It really was heavy. Glad I had gotten new blades before we left. Here in Dubai, we use the wipers almost exclusively to clean the windshield.
Next: Perry Como and Abraham Lincoln....
BTW I tracked our gas consumption throughout this journey and we consistently got between 18 and 19.5 MPG (13 liters per 100 km to 12 liters per 100 km), which I thought was pretty amazing.
In the mid 1980's I'd had a job as a contractor to the US federal government that took me to Missouri and Kansas a number of times. What sticks in my memory was going out to dinner at a steak house called Jess & Jims which at that time had a deal that if you could eat a giant steak, it was free. I didn't actually do that, but I remember it being one of the best steaks I've ever had in my life. I wanted to give my son a similar memory so I had been searching for a suitable steak house as we drove west.
It got to be about 5 pm when we reach Champaign-Urbana, Illinois, which is kind of an upscale college town, so we parked downtown and walked around guided by google and looked at several places, but non really fired my imagination as to what a steak house ought to be. What we did find was a micro-brewery called The Blind Pig. Now it was hot, and I was tired and a microbrewery seems heaven-sent, and in we went, even though my son does not enjoy beer. The place was pleasantly cool and dim and we were pretty much the only ones in there. I asked the barkeep about food and he said the did not offer any but that we were welcome to order in. This is something I never had heard of before--ordering food into a bar. Seemed like quite an interesting concept. I thought for a moment and then asked for his recommendation for deep-dish, Chicago pizza.
I should add here that my sons grew up overseas in Asia and the Middle East. So there are gaps in their 'American experience.' Deep dish pizza being one of them. Just like the Ruben sandwich I mentioned earlier. I've wanted to share Chicago deep-dish with my sons for some time and so this seemed like a good opportunity. I ordered the pizza and we made good use of the wait time:
Me drinking a variety of house-brewed IPA's and Jonathan entertaining himself on the phone. He also tried a taste of hard cider which he did not care for:
BTW, that timer on the phone showed the minutes remaining until the pizza was to have been delivered. They did not have a guarantee or anything, but we both were very hungry. The delivery person turned out to be a lady my age or older, which was kind of food for thought.
When the pizza came, it did not disappoint. And it was huge. This is the pizza after two hungry men could eat no more:
Eventually we left The Blind Pig, with Jonathan driving as Jonathan does not drink at all and dear old dad had had a little too much IPA to do anything other than navigate.
On we went, pausing from time to time as necessary.
Eventually we made it at dusk to Springfield Illinois, of Abraham Lincoln fame in the pouring rain and a thunderstorm alert:
But, I am happy to say, we made it with no issues to a nice Marriott. Here's a little video Jonathan took for those interested--I look grumpy, but I'm really not. I tend to think that this may be the very first time Biscuit experienced rain like this. It really was heavy. Glad I had gotten new blades before we left. Here in Dubai, we use the wipers almost exclusively to clean the windshield.
Next: Perry Como and Abraham Lincoln....