Chicago, Day 5

If it's Chicago we must be eating. I never thought I would say this, but I am so tired of eating. So much good food but I am stuffed. When I get back home, I'm not going to eat for at least a week and I'm not getting on the scale for at least two weeks.

We met one of the half-brothers, his wife and son at The Parthenon. This restaurant claims they introduced the gyro to the US market. We did the sampler which was good but too filling. I wish I'd only had the greek salad, which was very good. An interesting coincidence, the Chicago chapter of CFMA was having their monthly meeting in the banquet room. I introduced myself and we agreed to exchange program material.

After lunch we wandered around down by the lake and the museums to kill time until the ball game. There is a display of globes all around the lake front that people have decorated to show ideas how to save the planet. Some of them are very inventive and some are really well decorated.

We were two hours early to Wrigley Field thinking we were going to have to buy tickets from a scalper. Instead we got bleacher seats at the window – that's where my son wanted to sit. It was a good seat until the beer saturation level got too high in the guys behind us – about the second inning. They dropped a beer that splatter down my back, their language was atrocious and they were generally obnoxious. Still, we were at the Cub's game, they won, and my son was in heaven.

We stopped back at Quartino's and ordered that pizza that I didn't get the first day. I had the sausage and fennel. It was good but not what I expected. We got another one to go with a few bottles of wine and came back to the motel and crashed. Who would have ever thought that eating could wear you out so much?