Culver’s, it’s the next best thing to Kopp’s. Every time we visit Milwaukee I take advantage of the opportunity to indulge the inner fat ass in myself. You see, Milwaukee is a haven for disastrously plump-inducing delicacies like heart-attack pizza and gut-rotting cheeseburgers. There’s just something about that rich and creamy Wisconsin cheese that makes eating crap food in Wisconsin irrevocably addicting. Before we even arrive in the dairy mecca, my brain is already teeming with an alphabetical and color-coded list of places we must eat at. In Chicago there’s Swordfish Contemporary Sushi. In Green Bay there’s Chili John’s. And in Milwaukee there’s Pizza Shuttle and Kopp’s. Don’t let the stupid names fool you, these places are genius and worth every single calorie if you’re lucky enough to know about them. Having already planned our meetings with Swordfish and Chili John’s, we opted to save Kopp’s for last, on airport day. I like to think of it as Milwaukee’s goodbye present to us. I’ll gladly risk the looserish and friend-deserting move of describing a large, savory cheeseburger to you on my blog because it really is that good. And when I saw the sign proudly proclaiming that today’s special was the Turtle Sundae – that was it. Game over. Kate, Tim, and dad joined us before Kate drove us to the airport and it was the most perfect way to end our vacay – surrounded by good food and good family. If we had kaboodles of money laying around and these places shipped, you can bet my waistline would be bulging. Thank the Lord for astronomical refrigerated shipping prices or I fear my gluttony would get the better of me.
We arrived safely in Cincinnati around 7:30 tonight. It was a 50-minute direct flight – a totally reasonable commute. Untrustworthy Delta (Doesn’t Ever Leave The Airport) surprisingly pulled away from the gate at exactly 5:20 and arrived early with no shenanigans. Count me impressed. At home we happily discovered everything just as we left it – cold and clean – with the exception of three minor snafus. Our new dishwasher was not installed over the holidays, a mysterious and truly gargantuan stain appeared on our hallway floor, and a box of what were probably very beautiful flowers arrived for us before Christmas but after we’d already left Ohio. Presumably they froze on the porch for a few days, melted with the warm rains, and then came inside via our landlord and sat in its box without water or light for a week. Needless to say, we were unable to revive them. Sad face. But the intentions of the sender were greatly appreciated.
It’s great to be back.
