After five or six undocumented stops, our road trip finally ended at Kevin’s aunt & uncle’s house. We hung out in their living room and enjoyed catching up on family news. Kevin, of course, LOVED the opportunity to talk about Australia. I’ve teased him ever since we met about how much he talks about Australia. He spent a semester there a DECADE ago, but he is still the sitting authority on all things concerning the continent. When we finally rolled out of bed in the morning, Uncle Ken and Aunt Phyllis treated us to breakfast at Mac’s. But not before Ken and I had our coffee! I love that I can count on Ken and also Kevin’s dad, Jim, to have coffee in my hand 30 seconds after I get out of bed. That’s a good family trait!
We loved that place. Not where you’d find Miss Healthy Pants, but we were on vacation. I love those super old-fashioned places. They’re so much fun. That place was HOPPING on a Saturday morning!
I scanned the menu to see if they had biscuits ‘n’ gravy. They totally would’ve fit the environment. Sadly, no. So I went for the vegetarian omelet without mushrooms with an English muffin. And of course. Coffee. Black. I feel like such a Tough Girl when I’m in places like this and can flaunt the fact that I drink coffee black like a real woman. Lol.
Because I am a Total Creeper, I was able to photo document this little exchange at the counter. The proprietor was giving this customer (he seemed like he was a regular) a hard time for importing Dunkin’ Donuts coffee. I have no idea if it’s true, but I like to pretend that guy is Mac. He’s certainly the enforcer in the establishment. I also overheard him arguing in no uncertain terms with an elderly man behind us who wanted a booth to himself. The place is so busy that they have a 2-person minimum for the booths. Finally the old guy retorted that he would pay for two meals and they left him alone.
After breakfast, we headed over to see Grandma Kreisel. It was my very first time meeting her, but I had definitely heard about her… and her great advice! I loved looking around at all the family pictures. I had seen some of them already because we displayed family wedding photos at our wedding.
Look how cute! Kevin’s dad and his siblings. I want a picture like this with my sibs!!! Who should grow the moustache? Kelly or Luke? I think Josiah’s would still be pathetic….
Kevin & his grandma were totally sweet. They were swapping old family stories about visiting Chicago and going to museums with Grandpa. Grandma K was as sharp as could be. She definitely knew all the family news and was peppering us with questions. We brought some photos from the wedding, and I think she approved of my dress – so that’s good. Do you think Kevin looks like his grandma? Not as much has I look like mine.
After sharing some more coffee & conversation with Grandma K, the husband and I hit The L to go downtown Chicago. This picture is deceiving because we are sitting. Trust me when I say that train was CRAMMED. Lotsa people all up in my bubble! It was one of those,”But I thought you were supposed to be a city girl moments.” Trust me. It’s a lot different being crammed in a concho than it is being locked on The L. Is there a better “l” word for that phrase? It just wasn’t coming to me…
I’ve got one other Chicago Weekend recap post in me (and it includes PIZZA), but I need to get crackin’ on some chores for now.
What’s your favorite thing about visiting grandparents? I loved seeing Kevin interact with his grandma. My favorite is definitely hearing all the old family stories! Although I do love a grandmother’s cooking too! We always loved playing cards with Grandma Alice, and maybe we can play Quiddler with Kevin’s other Grandma.