Travel day- Someone tell Chicago Christmas is over

The day is finally here! The journey to the airport went off without a hitch. We opted for the town car route, which is only slightly more expensive than a taxi and way more glamorous than the Supper Shuttle. I was only a little disappointed when, instead of the town car, our driver picked us up in a giant 7 person SUV. That soon faded when I got in and the car was toasty warm.

The flight to Chicago was non-eventful. I decided that we needed to take jet lag pills, so I'll report on the success in a later post. I have to say, travel is much better when you can knit. I usually will read all of my trashy magazines by the time we take off and then can't quite get into the book that I brought. We both passed the time knitting and duo listening to Lady Rock on my shuffle. Andy had the brilliant idea of buying a splitter so we could both listen to the same iPod. The Stewardesses were getting a kick out of Andy knitting. Especially the one same "Oh Miss. Isn't that funny? It was on her nametag.

We had about 1 1/2 hours in Chicago. I decided (probably on take off in Seattle) that I wanted a Billy Goat cheeseburger at O'Hare. You know the "cheeseburger…cheese burger…no coke Pepsi" place in Chicago. When I was at O'Hare two years ago I was excited to find one. The original is/was in downtown Chicago.. Andy had his heart set on Italian beef.

We decided to ask at the Info booth where the place was.

My worst fear was confirmed, they Billy Goat tavern had closed! The woman wasn't sure, but had heard it had something to do with bribery, and/or trying to pay off the city. Typical Chicago! We settled on Gold Coast Dogs, because it looked like it might have Andy's beef, and it was close.

If you are ever in terminal K at O'Hare, I highly recommend Gold Coast Dogs. For those that know Andy, you know that he isn't a very expressive person. I now know Italian beef to Andy, is Shopping to Heidi. I wish I could describe how happy he was while eating that sandwich. But you can see from the picture his joy. I had a cheeseburger, which probably tasted the same as the BG cheeseburger. It was old school, Midwestern and bar like, so that was all that mattered. We have 4 ½ hours on the way back, so I'm sure a trip will be made back to Gold Coast Dogs in terminal K. I know Andy will be getting another Italian beef and I'm going to get a Chicago dog. A dog seemed too risky a choice for an 8 + hour flights. Oh, and probably mozzarella sticks with marinara.