We flew from Boston to Chicago, found hotel, dumped bags, changed shoes, hit the streets.
Had our first deep-dish experience at a bar. I guess the best way to describe it was a quiche crossed pizza... But maybe I just think that because ours had a fried egg on top... Because what else do you have with venison sausages and apple?! Quite the crazy meal.
This bar just so happened to sell an almost infinite number of craft beers, and a fair few stouts for $5 so we stayed and had a few... Quite a few...
After we'd amply blurred our vision, we tottering onto a train to get out to the United Center to watch the Bulls game. Which was AMAZING. The level of skill was phenomenal, the court could be seen clearly from everywhere, the audience energy was electric and the quarter and half time entertainment left us in hysterics. The game flew by and the boredom budgie wast even near once
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