I’ve just gotten over a tenacious and pernicious gastrointestinal bug, which has been pretty debilitating for over six weeks. They never found out what it was (note: a culture at the U of C hospitals costs $1000!), but told me that it would eventually vanish, which it did. (It wasn’t cyclosporiasis, which produced an epidemic in the Midwest in the last two months.)
The unfortunate byproduct of this malady was that I had to eat bland food for a long time. And the mere thought of vegetables and alcohol put me off. The vegetables I could live without, but not beer and wine! Now that my alimentary canal is in fine shape, I had my first drink in weeks yesterday, and this weekend I’m celebrating by going here for rib tips and links:
They’re the best in Chicago, and everyone I’ve ever taken there (it’s takeout only) has begged to go back on return visits.
I guess I should start eating vegetables again. . .