Traveling from Bergen to Iowa, I flew to Copenhagen and then O’Hare one day, and then on to Cedar Rapids the next day. I stayed at the Holiday Inn in Rosemont, Illinois – free shuttle from and to O’Hare – and relaxed and slept from the journey before continuing on to family.
I felt remarkably wired after the first leg of the journey – usually I’m dragging after the long flight, but my time in the Copenhagen airport had certainly helped my alertness-factor!
I decided to splurge on a good meal at the Holiday Inn’s restaurant … and immediately took a trip back in time.
It was one of the three Harry Caray’s restaurants, and the sports memorabilia on the walls took me to the late 1960’s/early 1970’s Chicago Cubs baseball games with my family as I was growing up; I haven’t thought of that Cindi in all the time I’ve been an expat. Harry Carey was the announcer *after* my time as a Bleacher Bum attending games (I remember Jack Brickhouse and his “Hey-hey!” excitement whenever the Cubs did something fantastic – not very often, sigh – but Harry Carey and his “Holy Cow!” was the Cubs’ announcer after we had moved from the area).
At the restaurant I was slammed with the memories from the photos along the walls! It was an unexpected meeting of pre-teen me and mid-50’s me. I wanted to walk around and take photos of the photos, but thought the other diners might *not* appreciate me leaning across their prime rib to focus my camera on the wall above their table.
I did snap this one in the entry, but no memories here; I liked Harry’s bust sculpture surrounded by photos of celebrities who have visited this particular location:
I was feeling so alert and celebratory (I was awake! I could talk with the staff! And most importantly, I could understand what they were saying!) that I ordered one of their vodka martinis – shaken-not-stirred with top shelf Grey Goose, wave the vermouth over the top, and three olives please. It arrived so fresh and cold and light tasting…I sipped half of it fairly quickly, it was so refreshing.
Being in the Mid-West, I had decided I should order beef – something we don’t eat very often in Norway (for health and for expense reasons). Prime rib arrived soon after, so I finished my martini and dug in.
And within 10 minutes I was so light-headed from the travel and vodka, and so full from just 1/4 of the beef, that I almost regretted the decision to dine out. 🙂
Almost. I slowed down and ate a bit more, regretfully had to leave a lot on the plate, and had a fantastic night’s sleep.
Waiting for the shuttle to O’Hare the next morning I was able to get a picture of one of Chicago’s Cow Parade sculptures from its spot outside the restaurant. With Harry Carey’s glasses, I could almost hear him saying, “Holy Cow! Welcome back to the U.S., Cindi!”