I left the hostel to go straight to the Federal Reserve of Chicago. This was very cool - the history and culture I've been wanting, plus a bit of education. I now feel as though I can sustain a short conversation on the economy!
it took me about 45 minutes or more to get from there, the loop, to garfield park where I intended to see the conservatory. this is where my laziness came to my attention because I hadn't even bothered to look up their hours, which were 10am-5pm. rawr!
I almost hung around, sunbathed, and toured the perimeter of the property, until I remembered that I was actually in another sort-of-bad neighborhood and it'd be better if my bike and I got outta town. I was even hollered at, though I think it was only because I was traveling faster than their ghetto-mobile.
my next stop was Willis Tower, formerly known as Sears Tower. I learned during my tour that it was renamed only last year as part of a contract deal with the largest occupant. I learned at the empire state building with Annette in '07 that the smartest time to tour a tall building is about an hour before sunset - that way you can take in the views during sunlight, check out the gift shop while you kill time, then see the same views after sunset. not to mention the power of seeing the sunset from 1,000 feet up in the air.
when I was finally satisfied with my stay 103 floors above ground, I sensed that it was dinner time. again without calling ahead or doing any kind of research, I headed to the Chicago pizza place that woman from the Clarke House Museum had recommended to me, Lou Malnati's. as I consulted the map I got sold on the idea because I had already hoped tonight would be the night I check out The Second City and the famous bar across the way, and there is a Lou's
location on the way!
so here I am, sitting at the bar because the wait for a table is like a million years. I love a good bar that offers full menu service. I've ordered a personal size Lou's classic. thank god there's a personal size! I was envisioning waiting in line outside of The Second City with pizza odors wafting from my bag. awkward. my bartender told me it's 40 minutes for pizza, but mine's small and I'm really nice so I'm hoping I won't have to wait that long. I do remember consulting the website for the second city and seeing that they have very few inexpensive nights - so who knows if I'll even bother paying to go inside? it'll be good enough just to say I've been there.
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