Thanks to a suggestion from Mr. Atoz, tonight we had dinner at Portillo’s. I had an Italian beef sandwich (like an au jus sandwich, but they preemptively do the dunking for you). My boyfriend had a combo (beef & sausage), and we shared french fries and a chocolate cake shake. Which is just as ridiculous and delicious as it sounds.

Anyway, it was a nice version of fast food, and it was the only time this week I felt like I was surrounded by more native Chicagoans than tourists.