And fries should never be eaten with mayo. That’s just gross. But why is it soooo good?
After a long night of bar hopping and eating too much on Friday evening we started Saturday off with some bloodys at Dunlays on Clark. And by “long night” I mean 11:00 p.m., my family likes to start early and end early. That’s kinda how I prefer it, as well. Happy hours are always better than after hours. Now if only I could get late-nighter Chris on board with this idea as well…
And this fried egg sandwich at Dunlay’s is to die. This crappy photo doesn’t do it justice, but trust me on this one. If you ever go there you need to order this.
After a solid base of carbs and bloodys we headed up to Wrigleyville for the Cubs game.
You just can’t go to a baseball game without getting a hot dog. For some reason encased meat just tastes better at a baseball stadium. Same goes for peanuts. I would never go somewhere and willingly buy peanuts and be happy about it, but at Wrigley I am.
And that concludes part one of weekend stuff. I felt like I had too many photos for one post and because I’m proud of myself for being a big girl blogger and bringing out my fancy camera you better believe I’m posting all of them.
Happy Monday! woof.