We saw Harold & Kumar last night, in the biggest, scariest shopping mall I've ever experienced.
It was disgusting -- the movie, I mean, not the mall -- and when it was over, I wanted nothing more than to get to kiss Kumar.
Still not a lesbian, apparently.
We did zoo and aquarium today, but we didn't realize quite how far out of the city we were staying, or quite how bad Chicago traffic is on a Saturday afternoon. We had to come back to the hotel to take One Dog out for #1 (happy, Leslie?), and we really don't see ourselves going all the way back in again tonight. So Best Bar Ever is off of the agenda for this trip.
Also, in case you haven't noticed, we're not really hitting any of your suggested pee stops (there's #2, Leslie!). We didn't realize quite what a schedule we'd assigned ourselves, and we really just haven't had the time. I should never have declared that contest in the first place, and I'm sorry. In my defense, however, you-all weren't exactly giving me off-the-highway suggestions like I asked for. South Dakota, for example? Honey, please.
So let's start over, shall we? Good. For those of you intrepid enough to be reading this on Saturday (and for those of you interested enough to be reading this far back come Monday), I hereby REVISE AND UPDATE THE CONTEST!
See if you can guess which Chicago bar is the Best Bar Ever. I will give you two hints:
#1. I worked for Hear Music when I (we) "discovered" it.
#2. I put "discovered" in quotes because it is famous enough without me, in the proper circles.
This is hard, so there's no limit on number of guesses. Play! Google! Research! Guess!
We still have five states to go, I will pick up something special at a truck stop for the winner -- or, as always, failing a winner, then the one who makes me laugh.
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Dude, I Smoked Up and Forgot!
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John Barleycorn's. Picked this because I Googled and this place is deemed "The Best Place to Party with Al Capone." I found it funny that they picked an Irish sounding joint to pin as a "mob bar"... Also picked because it hits the parts of my heritages that are at WAR with each other every day (and speak to me)...Me: "I think I'll make the family that wonderful basil/pasta dish that everyone loves. Wonder if I have enough wine?" Uh, the dish contains no wine...(plus, wouldn't Johnny just love to pull a pint at a place with that name?)
Schubas?
Is anyone else alive out there in blog land???
Hmmm...not sure which bar to pick, so I'm going to pick my favorite bar in Chicago--The Green Mill.
I'm so ready to see Harold & Kumar! We're going to get some necessary supplies--White Castle, of course, what else would I mean?--and walk on over to the local theatre sometime this week to see it. I'm so psyched!
ok this is to make you laugh as I am not really serious but it is the only one I know. UNO's Chicago Bar and Grill. Wink wink nudge nudge
My real guess is Buddy Guys
Ooh, Su, you're SO close! Not geographically, but the story of how we found The Best Bar starts at Buddy Guy's...
I don't know anything about Chicago Bars, so I Googled. How about THE EMPTY BOTTLE, since yours never stay full too long. Or there is SLOW DOWN! LIFE'S TO SHORT, just because.
I can't wait to see Harold & Kumar. OMG. The Fiance and I were in absolute PAIN from laughing at the first one. We got to see that first one at a drive-in which made it even more rad.
No thoughts on the bar...
Phooey phooey again! Close only counts in horse shoes. No ceegar again.
Was the place called Kingston Mines?
for some reason I recall that name in one of our late night drucken BS sessions.
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