Wife
Marilyn, sister Marcia and I went to Midtown Global Market in the old Sears Tower on Lake Street for
lunch. It’s now a marketplace with about
50 shops on one floor. As we entered I found a directory and counted
23 ethnic places to eat. Or rather, 22 ethnic places
and one American eatery.
Marcia, living only a mile away, was apparently
an aficionado on the Global Market. She led us from one counter to another,
extolling the virtues of the delectable food at each of
the foreign eateries…Middle Eastern lamb, lefsa from Café Finspang, French Bun Mi
sandwiches, chapatti from African Express.
About the time Marilyn and I had looked the
menu over at one place and were ready to order, Marcia was insistent on going on to
the next, more exciting and savory place.
Finally, Marilyn and I could take no more. Marilyn said she was ordering Vietnamese and I picked
Mexican. Marcia made it clear she did
not particularly care for our choices and said
she was going to what she called a much more “interesting” place down the
aisle.
We agreed to reconvene at a table in the center courtyard. Marilyn and I were well into our meal when Marcia showed up with what we had to agree was a particularly interesting meal considering the circumstances. From the lone American eatery, she had brought back…a hamburger and French fries.
That is all, Dan Shepard
