The next day Rob took us on a quick driving tour of where he grew up on the west side of chicago, and then took us to Al’s to get italian beef. An italian beef for those not in the know is like a philly cheese steak without the cheese, and the entire sandwich can be (and should be) dipped in broth. I got mine with hot and sweet peppers, dipped. It was so damn good. If i lived in Chicago, i’d probably get one of those at least once a week. I’d be fat, but happy.
We got on the road, and Erin took the first shift, which was also her first time behind the wheel this trip. We drove till lunchtime and Erin saw a sign for Steak and Shake. Which i’ve never heard of, but Erin heard of through her midwestern friends at her internship this summer. We had to stop, and good thing we did because the manager told us that it was the furthest west location. The burger wasn’t anything to write home about, but Erin said the shake was good. I’m not a big shake fan, so i’ll leave that to her.
Illionis and Iowa are big sky country. SO much sky and SO much corn. It is ridiculous how much corn there is, and i’m pretty sure almost all of it isn’t for human consumption. There is something i don’t like about that, and i don’t think i’m alone.
We made it into Omaha around 9 and checked into the Carol Hotel and stayed in the room and looked at apartments on craiglist and caught the last inning of the Yankee game.
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