A CB Adventure
It's been awhile since I've escaped Bloomington and gone on one of my trademark CB binges; thankfully, I was able to remedy that quite well this past weekend. As always, a trip up to visit Chewy in Wisconsin provided ample opportunity to cheap it out.
I started out from the Twin Cities with a full tank of gas; however, knowing that a car's mileage suffers during the winter, I knew I'd be in for a close call as far as getting back without having to make a Chicago pit stop, especially since I'd agreed to dump off Madame CB in New Lenox, which added about 50 miles to the trip.
Seeing as I didn't want to spend any more on gas than was absolutely necessary, I extracted from Stevo a concession that he would drive us from Chicago onwards, no questions asked. Upon arrival, we sought out one of the cheaper dining options around - a Mexican greasy spoon diner. Excellent enchiladas, but my stomach was forever wrecked for the remainder of the night; to many, this might seem unfortunate, but for me it saved me probably $10-$20 on beer that I was unable to drink. By the time I recovered the next morning, it was time for the next installment of the odyssey - a garbage plate (look out below).
Frank's Diner in Kenosha has been serving it up since 1926 (we had plenty of time to read the menu, since they have more hungry fans than they can ever handle, so everyone knows to wait patiently and read the menu twenty times over), and is famous for their garbage plates, which involve eggs, hash browns, onions, and peppers mixed with your choice of other assorted crap. When I found out the special of the day was the gyros garbage plate, I'm not sure I hesitated one second to consider the possibilities - sometimes you just have to trust your gut. Though the final tab of $10 or so is decidedly un-CB, it's long been my MO to splurge on the unique and satisfying; had I dumped a similar amount at McDonald's, there's no way I'd have considered it worthwhile unless Mak and I were throwing down on our long-awaited McGriddle eat-off.
So anyways, I left the blowing of the money to Stewie (Stevo and Chewy) - Stevo with his never-ending procession of mixed drinks, and Chewy his insatiable predilection for men's room novelty items (he got me an instant marriage license - below - but kept the rubber "tickler" ring), electronic bowling games, and darts.
All in all, I spent a decent amount, but only in the ways I wanted to spend it. Perhaps this sheds a little bit of light on what being a true CB is all about - it's not all coupons and clearance bins after all.
Oh, yeah! One more thing...the weekend's CB Prime Time Performer (PTP) award goes to Matt O'Malia for swiping these delicious meatballs (see below) - a full plate's worth - from a private gathering at a bar, covering them up with a second plate to keep them warm, and delivering them to us at the bar next door, complete with toothpicks! Thanks, Matt!
I started out from the Twin Cities with a full tank of gas; however, knowing that a car's mileage suffers during the winter, I knew I'd be in for a close call as far as getting back without having to make a Chicago pit stop, especially since I'd agreed to dump off Madame CB in New Lenox, which added about 50 miles to the trip.
Seeing as I didn't want to spend any more on gas than was absolutely necessary, I extracted from Stevo a concession that he would drive us from Chicago onwards, no questions asked. Upon arrival, we sought out one of the cheaper dining options around - a Mexican greasy spoon diner. Excellent enchiladas, but my stomach was forever wrecked for the remainder of the night; to many, this might seem unfortunate, but for me it saved me probably $10-$20 on beer that I was unable to drink. By the time I recovered the next morning, it was time for the next installment of the odyssey - a garbage plate (look out below).
Frank's Diner in Kenosha has been serving it up since 1926 (we had plenty of time to read the menu, since they have more hungry fans than they can ever handle, so everyone knows to wait patiently and read the menu twenty times over), and is famous for their garbage plates, which involve eggs, hash browns, onions, and peppers mixed with your choice of other assorted crap. When I found out the special of the day was the gyros garbage plate, I'm not sure I hesitated one second to consider the possibilities - sometimes you just have to trust your gut. Though the final tab of $10 or so is decidedly un-CB, it's long been my MO to splurge on the unique and satisfying; had I dumped a similar amount at McDonald's, there's no way I'd have considered it worthwhile unless Mak and I were throwing down on our long-awaited McGriddle eat-off.
So anyways, I left the blowing of the money to Stewie (Stevo and Chewy) - Stevo with his never-ending procession of mixed drinks, and Chewy his insatiable predilection for men's room novelty items (he got me an instant marriage license - below - but kept the rubber "tickler" ring), electronic bowling games, and darts.
All in all, I spent a decent amount, but only in the ways I wanted to spend it. Perhaps this sheds a little bit of light on what being a true CB is all about - it's not all coupons and clearance bins after all.
Oh, yeah! One more thing...the weekend's CB Prime Time Performer (PTP) award goes to Matt O'Malia for swiping these delicious meatballs (see below) - a full plate's worth - from a private gathering at a bar, covering them up with a second plate to keep them warm, and delivering them to us at the bar next door, complete with toothpicks! Thanks, Matt!
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