We started with some cabbage pickled in really hot stuff as we looked over the menu and discussed our options. After chowing down on the spicy pickled cabbage, Father's temporary digs became Windy and Burning. Oh mamma! This is to make the trip to the Chicago Art Institute really FARTSY artsy.
There were only two of us and it is Lent, so we kept it light.
Mo Fo Tofu
Of course, you're never happy with what you get. "Father, did you try the World Famous Chicago Style Hot Dogs?"
Yeah, yeah yeah. (Damn, that looks familiar. All of it. Hmm.)
Father tried one of each.
They were pretty spiffy, Father guesses, but they're hot dogs! Just with "fancy" stuff on top. Gee whiz! I can get this crap even in Madison. Do you really want me spending your hard earned money stuffing random tube shaped mystery meat in my mouth?
When people point out the obvious (that I'm a fat fraud who is doing very little unpaid praying and even less fasting during Lent), I block them from commenting. But not adoring fanny-swabbers like this fool:
B Knotts 25 February 2015 at 9:54 am
Hopefully, while in Chicago, you get a chance to have an Italian Beef.Check.
As I always say,
I know Father Z would want this closing hymn sung in the original Latin, but I didn't bring my Liber Useless to Chicago this trip. So let's lower ourselves to using the vernacular. From the Missa Luba:
GO. TO. CONFESSION.
(Send me money)