Presently we’re in the Canadian wilderness, but the blog is out of phase by about a week so I’m attempting to fill in the difference while sitting out a storm under a parasol, being slowly exsanguinated by eagle-sized mosquitos next to a lake. Break out the violins.
When we were done in Milwaukee, we had one last trip for the Donkey before the people from Budget had to mournfully take it behind the shed with granpappy’s shotgun, and that was to Chicago – which was the last US stop in this leg. Driving there was no problem, and was quite brief by this trip’s standards, but driving though Chicago itself was something else. It was a maelstrom of blaring horns, aggressive driving and general bad humour.
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Please hold for a moment; a squirrel has just run over my foot. I think that one in Wyoming must’ve put the word around. Oh god, they’re coming.
As you were.
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Being the cultured types, we took an Architectural tour with the Chicago Architectural Society, where a very keen city planner pointed out the more significant examples of Modernist, Post-modernist and Contemporary buildings in the city centre. This was more interesting than it sounds.
Examples:
Modernist
Post-modernist
I quite liked the art-deco substation that I spotted:
Fans of Bioshock will know where I’m coming from
The other tour we did was around several of the more popular pizza parlours, which we did with the genuinely interesting and funny Javier from the Slice of Chicago team. You should know that the deep-pan pizzas popularised by the likes of Dominoes, Pizza Hut et al are incorrect to the source material. A Chicago Deep-dish Pizza looks like this weapon here:
Behold your doom
Which is to say, with a relatively thin crust lining a deep pan containing a vast amount of filling. A small, double-stuffed variety at Giordano’s contains a pound of cheese. The large contains three. One could rob a jeweller shop window with it. They also take a hour to cook and you may well be waiting an hour for a table to start with (if you are unable to work the internet, peasants). Once again, it’s good, but nothing’s that good and pretty much any portion size will be too much.
“Two slices of delicious regret coming right up”
I report that the locally-made beer was also of a high standard. The naming of this one I found in the Virgin hotel bar was unfortunate, however:
Snigger
Here’s some more pretty pictures:
Kurzfassung auf Deutsch: Wir haben ein Pizza gegessen, dass dichter als einem Neutronenstern war.
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