Big Mac, Michigan Ave., Chicago
I was pretty hung over yesterday from having too much fun at the Chicagoist Happy Hour the night before. I was craving grease but in the morning was rushing in for a client call (which got canceled! guh!) so I didn’t have time to get breakfast. For lunch the urge had only increased, so McDonald’s seemed like a great idea. I’ve been to McDonalds only a few times in the last couple years and couldn’t even remember the last time I got a burger there. The last times I was there was to try out their fruit and salad options. So, Big Mac, it was. And instead of making me feel better, it just felt like a hard ROCK in the pit of my stomach! Ahhh. Should have gone to Blackie’s.