I realize that Chicago’s a big and grand place, but sometimes you just need to get the fuck out of here, if not for long.
I’m not sure a lot of Chicagoans appreciate the proximity of Milwaukee, just across the Wisconsin border. Sure, it sounds far, since it’s literally in a different state, but it’s just an hour and a half away by car. It takes about the same amount of travel time via Amtrak (which I highly recommend, since it’s such a smooth and pleasant ride from Union Station).
Hell, I didn’t even consider Milwaukee often until I met my fiancée, Davida, who’s from Wisconsin. We spent a good portion of our earlier relationship over long distance; she’s from a small town near Sheboygan, so she’d sometimes come grab me in Milwaukee for the stretch of time I didn’t own a car. (Our story’s pretty fun, but that’s for another day.)
When we were in Milwaukee, we’d almost always have lunch at the same place, time and time again. We still go back when we’re headed up to her hometown, if we plan our day just right.
If this place was any closer, I swear, I’d be there twice a week. Because the seafood is just so goddamn good.
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