Illinois-a Will Destroy Ya
by Scott Hardie on May 3, 2010
Today, I was asked to jot down some memories of living in Illinois. I thought about a topic and wrote:
Some of what I miss most about Illinois is the delicious, filling food. Loose meat sandwiches at the Maid-Rite in Peru, chocolate shakes at the Steak ‘n Shake in Normal, deep-dish pizza at Pequod’s in Lincoln Park, monte cristo sandwiches at the Sunrise in Macomb, horseshoes at the Field House in Springfield, pecan waffles at the Waffle Company in Mt. Vernon, gondola subs at Avanti’s in Peoria. I’ve spent a lifetime looking for Chinese as good as at the Szechwan in St. Charles. Some of the small towns have the best food; I’ve enjoyed fried catfish in Mendota, sirloin in Wasco, and pork chop sandwiches in Good Hope. And that’s not even counting the grub at county and state fairs.
It's like spelling out exactly why I'm fat. If I join OA, I'm reading this at the first meeting. But as much as my stomach hurts just thinking about this food, I miss it so much.
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Jackie Mason | May 16, 2010
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Steve West | May 4, 2010
Haha! You remind me a little of Robert Morley in Who Is Killing The Great Chefs Of Europe? If a serial killing spree starts in Illinois, I'll get a little suspicious.