Knowing Nothing is Hiding Under the Bed
I rushed to get my filet mignon order in three minutes before the kitchen closed. To me, a trip to Chicago is incomplete without steak enjoyed in dim light, over dark wood, in a nearly ancient (at least by US standards) restaurant. I also feel I deserve it. First, I’m only here for one night. Tomorrow, I run a […]
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