wicker park pig-out (lyn)

To reward myself for returning just about everything I bought yesterday, I recommend an unhealthy meal for dinner.  Burgers at Wicker Park. 

I have never been to this restaurant but we have a $25 coupon.  It turns out to be more of a sports bar where no one except us is over 35.   Three large screen TV’s air a final four basketball game, a Mets game, and an episode of The Office.  No one can hear a thing.  Lucky that we get a corner table.  At least we can hear each other.  Barely.

 We all order the same fattening meal:  filet sliders (with caramelized onions, blue cheese drizzle, and hand-cut fries, to be exact).   

 Hazel is a good sport as most of our talk is about college:  who got in where, why so-and-so didn’t get in and the other so-and so-did, and of course, where Alexander is leaning (he vacillates hourly among Cornell, Vanderbilt and Northwestern).  Despite the million calories, dinner is worth every bite.