Not to get all hipster-weepy, as is my wont, but we spent the majority of today in the 'burbs, and returned back on the interstate with a top speed of about 25 miles per hour. Blech. Sometimes I forget, in moments of mental weakness, why I live in the damn city. I did manage to sneak off to snatch an old fashioned pastrami on rye with mustard at Kaufman's Deli, other than that, what a god-forsaken desert the suburbs are!
To celebrate my return to my West Loop environs, I'm drinking a variant of my (in)famous sangritas, substituting Izze fruit-juice soda in place of Cointreau. Yumm, but there isn't enough tequila to wash the grime of the suburbs off of my eyes....
and I notice that last time I felt I had to drink a sangrita, and bothered to write about it, I also had spent the day in a different suburb.
