Why, oh Why?

Guy arrived, finally, at O’hare International Airport from London, to marry me. I whisked him out of the airport as fast as I could and then, what seemed like seconds later, to Portillos for a beef sandwich. Suddenly, or maybe it had been going on for a long time, I began compiling a mental list of restaurants to drag him to, well, I would drag if necessary, but he’s gone along pretty willingly. Puerto Rican Food, Nepalese Food, Mexican Food, Thai Food, coffee houses, bakeries… We are on food safari, I think, and would like to share what we find–and how we find it. First one coming soon.