Ok, I’ve got my flip flops, my elastic waistbanded shorts, my empty gut and my camera. I’m heading out to The Taste Of Chicago. It’s 70 degrees, it’s the 3rd of July, and I think it’s going to be bananas. If I survive, I’ll tell you all what happens.
Pray for me.
Well, did you survive. Were you part of the 140,000 lbs of turkey legs consumption?
I made it out alive- barely. A write up of my experience is in it’s final edit now, stay tuned!