stepping off the edge

Once again Mrs. T has secured a wonderful condo/apartment (we can never tell) just one block from the beach.

Seems so out of place to see such a spot in the middle of a large city like this. Kinder, gentler NYC. Our place is reminiscent of the television series, “Only Murders in the Building”…

Great location, great apartment, but… alternate side of the street parking for the street cleaning, great shades of NYC! We managed to jocky the car around and, luckily, find a spot on the right morning. Wasn’t there a Seinfeld episode about the car mover? Actually, an aside, my Uncle Carlo was a car mover in Little Italy after he retired.

One of the two big events was an architectural tour from the river. Great trip, wonderfull guide. Learned way more than I thought.

And oh my, did Mrs. T just “love” this one…

Yes, that building comes to a point on the bottom. Architects.

On an irritating note, there was a family on the boat who insisted on annoying just about everyone. From the teenage girls sliding in an out of our aisle 10 times to the dad who sat off to the side with a 10′ selfie stick floating in front of everyone, especially us. Always a decision, do I ignore this guy or make a Jersey Mike scene… I took the high road.

The other event for me was the Chicago beef sandwich, you know, from the TV series, “The Bear.” I was a fan for many years before this, but it is a simple prep. Sliced roast beef, giardiniera, au jus. Simple right? But you need to know how to order. Dry, just the sandwich, wet, with au jus poured over, or dipped. Yes, dipped is exactly what you might imagine. This is the legendary “last perfect bite.”

Yeah, late on the draw again. I blame my joy in stuffing this into my mouth, as usual.

The waitress noticed my chef knife tattoo and dragged the restaurant chef out to see it. He had an identical one. We had a moment…

A great late lunch of oysters at “Dearly Beloved,” a bar in our neighborhood. Very hip, I am certain.

I know, I know, another plate of oysters. What can I say?

Let me give Mrs T some props here. Her husband, with his 12 year old inner self, dearly wanted to see the Chicago Museum of Science and Industry. True, there have been many museums such as this that I passed on, but this one is the granddaddy of all of them. [Editor’s note: Mr. T seems to have forgotten our stop at the National Air & Space Museum in DC]

Just loved it.

How can you miss an enormous Tesla coil discharging over your head!

All in all, loved the Midwest gentle nature of this place. Check it out.

On to Minneapolis to visit family. We will get to stay a night on the trip in Battle Creek, you know, send you box tops to Kellogg’s, PO Box 1000, Battle Creek, Michigan. I guess I have not finished dating myself.