Dallas and I don’t usually celebrate Easter. I don’t think we have for years. This year we were invited to 3 different celebrations. One was in Wisconsin and we couldn’t go because we’d have to stay overnight and Dallas already had Saturday night plans. One was out in the suburbs but was an Easter egg hunt. Not that we don’t want to see Dallas’ family in the suburbs, but an Easter egg hunt is not totally up our ally. The third invite was to Kristin’s apartment, which is only a few miles from our house. I think we have a winner!
Kristin’s family was visiting from Galena. When we arrived the kitchen was in full force and Megan was setting the table.
Kristin was in the kitchen cooking up a storm.
We asked if we could help, but there wasn’t much to do without getting in the way, so Dallas watched basketball. . .
. . . and Limey concentrated on holding up the wall and drinking his wine.
When the ham was ready Mr. Weber got to carving it.
Then Ryan and Megan got the ham and Polish sausages ready to be served at the table.
Mrs. Weber fed Reese early so that she could nap a little while the rest of us ate. She loves ham and the sauerkraut pierogi.
Dinner time!
This is everything we had.
My plate.
And this is what we had for dessert.
Oof!
After our feast Reese got to dig into the Easter basket that the Easter bunny somehow left at Kristin’s house.
We hung around a bit longer but had to get home and sleep off our food comas! Dallas and I were both out for a while in the evening. Thanks to the Webers for inviting us to a delicious Easter dinner!
Each table has two beer taps, one Bud Light and one something else. Ours was Bud Light and Stella. Some of the other tables had different kinds of Goose Island beers. The waitress gets you glasses and starts the meter and then you are free to help yourself to all the beer you want. There’s a computer with a screen that displays how many ounces of each beer that you have poured. It’s a pretty cool concept. Dangerous. We had so many people we were kind of all mingling in front of the table and the table was serving as our own private bar. I can imagine people sitting at the table and just drinking glass after glass without even the delay of wait staff going to get your drinks. Also, we wondered how many people had gotten totally bombed and put their mouths under the taps! I’m sure there’s the obvious reason for this, but just seeing how many ounces you’ve poured without a dollar amount attached is pretty useless. 72 ounces? No idea how much that bill is. 
