February 14th, 2012

Look at that cheeseburger and weep.

Strange story behind this one. After a morning up in the north ‘burbs, I hustled back to the house to work from home so I could hopefully avoid missing the UPS man — I’ve had a bad run of lost/misdelivered mail recently. I drove up to the house just as that big brown truck was driving away. Curses! I decided to tail it and, in the most non-threatening way possible, corner the driver at his next destination and see if I could get my stuff.

I followed him for several blocks before he stopped. I parked up the street, ran back, told him my situation, and he went back into the truck and got me my boxes.

Walking back to my car, I decided I needed to celebrate this small victory over delivery-tyranny by grabbing a cheeseburger. Since I was now right near Mic Duck’s Drive-In, I figured now was as good a time to try it as any.

Bought the cheeseburger with everything on it, plus pickles. No, at Mic Duck’s, pickles are not included in “everything.” Good burger. GREAT cheese sauce for the fries. Including a drink it came to $6.18. Cheap and fulfilling, just like a good Valentine’s Day should be.

January 28th, 2012

A friend turned 33, and declared Rootstock her birthday dinner destination. And invited the Missus and I to join her and her husband. We split some french fries amongst the four of us. I had the burger — probably the least fancy thing on the menu, but it’s delicious. Comes with bacon aioli, red onion, pickles and cheddar, sided by a small salad. If it weren’t for a combo attack of both a mint and gum after dinner, I would have had aioli-breath for weeks. Which is a terrible affliction that needs serious study by science. But it would have been worth it.

January 26th, 2012

A double cheeseburger from the Billy Goat — Chicago’s greatest subterranean journalism tavern. Met up for some after-work cocktails with colleagues to share war stories and talk shop. A couple other people raved about their egg sandwich. I was hungry enough I could have probably eaten one of those, too. Maybe next time.

January 6th, 2012

After a morning of writing and making phone calls, I headed to Five Guys in Wilmette for a cheeseburger and fries. I love their burger, but my complaint about this place remains the same — they don’t have an option for a single-serving french fry, so you end up paying $2.65 for a “regular” and end up throwing half of them away. Whatever. It’s Friday, and I’m treating myself.

December 26th, 2011

After exchanging some Christmas presents, and doing a little post-holiday shopping, the Missus, my parents and I ate a quick lunch at Johnny Rockets at Old Orchard Mall in Skokie, Ill. I had a chocolate malt and a #12 burger, which includes cheddar cheese, lettuce, onion, pickles, mayo and something they refer to ambiguously as “our tangy red red sauce.”

November 23rd, 2011

The day almost slipped away from me without getting the chance to eat lunch. A midday interview went long, and by 2:30 p.m. my belly was growling, so I ate a quick quarter pounder with fries from the McDonald’s that’s between the Wrigley Building and Trump Tower.

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