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I have eaten a meal of fine fried Mediterranean fish and taken a nap.  I was instructed to go to the Magnificent Mile (I know in tweeted it as the Miracle Mile.  Yes, that’s in CA.  I was half asleep, deal with it), but as I was waiting for a cab I decided to catch a cab with some late 20-something guy and head wherever he was going.  I have always been a believer in the maxim that the best way to find out where you want to be is to get lost as soon as possible.  This guy was going to go to a BYOB joint with some of his graduate school friends (see Mom, I don’t just hop into cabs with anybody) to have a few drinks then go to dinner.  I got dropped of near the D4 Pub and got to have a Beamish from the tap for the first time since I was in London.  (Yes, Mother… I did drink just about every People To People trip, sorry. Though the burnt carpet in Denmark was Ryan, not me.)  Earlier I met the guy who owns the Billy Goat Tavern that inspired the “Cheeseburger Cheeseburger Cheeseburger” routine on SNL. Then ate four whole fried fish.

The Last Head

The Last Head

I also found out that in Chicago they can sell Spirits at the grocery store.  Gotta hit a TJ’s then!