Our Great American Road Trip had ended, and we said our goodbyes to our beloved Route 66 Crew in San Francisco. But for Calvin and I, we still had a ways to go.
We were scheduled to speak at a conference in Madison, Wisconsin the next day. So after spending the last week driving 2,000 miles from Chicago to San Francisco, we dropped off our RV’s and sped out of the rental lot to catch a flight with a layover in.. you guessed it, Chicago. Lucky for us, Calvin’s inner fat kid sensibility had the foresight to make dinner reservations during our 6 hour layover months before. That’s right, I said months. If the thought of waiting on a ticket queue (that seems longer than a line to a free Jay Z concert in Brooklyn) puts a sour taste in your mouth, than Alinea’s 16-course pre-fixe experience seems to rectify the bougie admission process.