Wednesday, May 17, 2006
Blogging the "Chili's, Too" from O'Hare
Well, I made it to O'Hare International Airport with much less drama than my last trip...as some of you loyal readers may recall the X-Mas time post, I made it to my flight back to God's Country with about 4 minutes to spare, dropping my bags with some guardian angel Continental ticket agent, and then dropping moves through the terminal that would make Reggie Bush blush and say "god damn."
(Ok, take a second, take a break if you need it...because that was one hell of a run-on sentence. Get a drink of water, relax, and I'll be back momentarily.)
This time, I get to ORD (that is O'Hare's airport code, on account that the land used to be an apple orchard...and that's your Cliff Clavin moment of Zen for the day lads and lassies.)
And when I check the bags at the skycap, I'm informed that my flight to New York/LaGuardia is delayed an hour. Wah-hoo. Time to eat.
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The Fox SkyBox, which is usually pretty good airport fare, is packed to the gills. The Chili's, Too only slightly less packed. And, it's Chili's.
I find Chili's to be the best chain restaurant in the history of man. Founded by the Germans in 1902, Chili's is German for "Really shampooing good hamburgers."
In fact, loyal TLBR reader and consigliere TP was so bold as to proclaim that a Chili's big mouth burger would be the first meal he would seek out after his six-month educational enrichment to Holland during his 3L year. (on an aside, TP, a phone call before September would be swell...I ain't mad at cha, nothin' but love.)
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Well, ORD is the busiest airport in the World for a reason. There are lots of folks coming and going. The first goal is to see someone I know, or at least three people that look like people I know.
The second goal is to beat an order of boneless buffalo wings and a 20 oz. Sam Adams like they stole money.
So far, so good.
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I did get carded when I ordered the tall frosty Sammy. Even at virtually 31 (t-minus 25 days...) I still have the boyish charm and the baby face.
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If/when I hit Powerball, I'm just gonna fly a whole bunch of places. Where did that come from? I haven't a clue. I'm sweating out of my eyes. I love Chili's boneless buffalo wings.
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ESPN is trying its damndest to run the World Cup ads with Bono and U2 music into the ground. But they're so damned good. Add that to the fact that the Marquette men's basketball team uses "Where The Streets Have No Name" during its lights-out-in-the-arena-prior-to-starting-lineups, and, well, there's no point to it. Just that U2 friggin' rules.
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I just used the phrase "good lookin' out" for the first time in real life. My waitress noticed my jumper on the floor (some people call it a sweater, I call it a jumper...) and pointed it out to me. I responded "good lookin' out, it's tied to my bag."
When I get the check, I'm going to ask her if she'll "pop that thang."
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Going to be back in New Rochelle until Saturday. There is only one rule regarding this weekend: no Celtic at 4 a.m.
Beechmont is fine. Rory's is fine. Even Sue's is ok. But no Celtic. A loyal Bostonian reader once pointed out to me, in Buffalo, NY, that "nothing good ever happens after 2 a.m." It multiplies quadratically (if that's possible) after 2 a.m.
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Kanye's "Thru the Wire" is on the Chili's, Too speakers. Great debut single. Maybe the best rap debut single ever?
Forever ever? Forever ever?
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Ok, that's all for me. Done with the boneless (A-plus as always), almost in need of another Sam, and Lika the waitress is trying to get me up on outta here because the line to get into the C-to the-H-to the -I to the-L-to the I-to the apostrophe-to the s extends from the American terminal to the Delta.
One.
(Ok, take a second, take a break if you need it...because that was one hell of a run-on sentence. Get a drink of water, relax, and I'll be back momentarily.)
This time, I get to ORD (that is O'Hare's airport code, on account that the land used to be an apple orchard...and that's your Cliff Clavin moment of Zen for the day lads and lassies.)
And when I check the bags at the skycap, I'm informed that my flight to New York/LaGuardia is delayed an hour. Wah-hoo. Time to eat.
-----
The Fox SkyBox, which is usually pretty good airport fare, is packed to the gills. The Chili's, Too only slightly less packed. And, it's Chili's.
I find Chili's to be the best chain restaurant in the history of man. Founded by the Germans in 1902, Chili's is German for "Really shampooing good hamburgers."
In fact, loyal TLBR reader and consigliere TP was so bold as to proclaim that a Chili's big mouth burger would be the first meal he would seek out after his six-month educational enrichment to Holland during his 3L year. (on an aside, TP, a phone call before September would be swell...I ain't mad at cha, nothin' but love.)
-----
Well, ORD is the busiest airport in the World for a reason. There are lots of folks coming and going. The first goal is to see someone I know, or at least three people that look like people I know.
The second goal is to beat an order of boneless buffalo wings and a 20 oz. Sam Adams like they stole money.
So far, so good.
-----
I did get carded when I ordered the tall frosty Sammy. Even at virtually 31 (t-minus 25 days...) I still have the boyish charm and the baby face.
-----
If/when I hit Powerball, I'm just gonna fly a whole bunch of places. Where did that come from? I haven't a clue. I'm sweating out of my eyes. I love Chili's boneless buffalo wings.
-----
ESPN is trying its damndest to run the World Cup ads with Bono and U2 music into the ground. But they're so damned good. Add that to the fact that the Marquette men's basketball team uses "Where The Streets Have No Name" during its lights-out-in-the-arena-prior-to-starting-lineups, and, well, there's no point to it. Just that U2 friggin' rules.
-----
I just used the phrase "good lookin' out" for the first time in real life. My waitress noticed my jumper on the floor (some people call it a sweater, I call it a jumper...) and pointed it out to me. I responded "good lookin' out, it's tied to my bag."
When I get the check, I'm going to ask her if she'll "pop that thang."
-----
Going to be back in New Rochelle until Saturday. There is only one rule regarding this weekend: no Celtic at 4 a.m.
Beechmont is fine. Rory's is fine. Even Sue's is ok. But no Celtic. A loyal Bostonian reader once pointed out to me, in Buffalo, NY, that "nothing good ever happens after 2 a.m." It multiplies quadratically (if that's possible) after 2 a.m.
-----
Kanye's "Thru the Wire" is on the Chili's, Too speakers. Great debut single. Maybe the best rap debut single ever?
Forever ever? Forever ever?
----
Ok, that's all for me. Done with the boneless (A-plus as always), almost in need of another Sam, and Lika the waitress is trying to get me up on outta here because the line to get into the C-to the-H-to the -I to the-L-to the I-to the apostrophe-to the s extends from the American terminal to the Delta.
One.
