The Brat Stop

I see it every time I go to Chicago. It’s an institution. I ate there years ago with my friend Karen and remember it fondly. So when my college friend Gail wanted to meet up halfway between here and Chicago where she is visiting her sister Dawn, she, well, actually Dawn, came up with The Brat Stop. (Mangia in Kenosha is closed on Tuesday, FYI. ) and I was all for it. I love that kind of food.

In fact, the food, for an institution, was pretty institutional. Just the kind of thing you’d expect at a truck stop, it wasn’t any kind of special. Except for seeing Gail and co. Sorry Dawn.

Next time we’ll meet on a Wednesday.