On the Road: Imagine my bitterness.....

So here I am in Chicago. Yesterday, was a drama: The flight was delayed - and people wonder why I take Amtrak. At least in a train station you can wander around a bit. On a train you can get up and walk around. Here, were were virtually imprisoned in the most dreary of airplanes. When we finally made it into O'hare (through the most harrowing of rainstorms) it took FOREVER for the CTA train to get into town. By the time I arrived, it was windy (duh. "The Windy City") and dark. My dear friend Miss Visene was nowhere to be found, so I walked around the area by the Sheraton before calling it a night.

Today, I woke up, all set to go to the Chicago Museum of Contemporary Art only to find out that they are closed on Mondays. so I consoled myself by having a lovely lunch at the Walnut Room at the Marshall Fields Department Store on State Street (some may call it by its new name - I forget what it is - but those people are hopelessly vulgar)

The room is lovely, the food divine and the service excellent. My only complaint, and I find this more puzzling than anything, was the china: The new company obviously has made a committment to keep a dining room operating, and by all indications, it is doing quite well. But the china was nothing. Plain white, and not even an artsy white. Just white, institutional, boring, cafeteria-style china. Certainly not what one would expect from one of the nation's most historic restaurants.

After lunch I did some shopping, and returned to the hotel for a soak. Meeting with Miss Visene this evening (hopefully) and zephering off to Omaha tomorrow.