Taste of Chicago is officially in Grant Park but it felt citywide to us. We made friends with a bunch of cops (remember, local is always the right answer) who happily told us everything we had to try and from which vendor: sausages, pizza, cheesecake, beef sandwiches – in no particular order but always with cold beer to wash it down. When we could fit no more we headed to Wrigley for a rare night game and the party continued with music, more food and drink, and a couple home runs by the Cubbies en route to a win. Chicago, we love you.
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