As a kid, I never visited Chicago, despite living just four hours away. Other than an airport layover, I don’t remember going to Chicago until a job interview after college. Even still, it wasn’t until the last few years I have learned how to truly partake the town. So for the second straight summer, a group of friends made the trip north, enjoying good food, great beer and for the first time in my life, some baseball at Wrigley. Of course, before we got to the brewery hopping and fine dining, we had to start with Chicago’s favorite hot dog … Continue reading Where Chicago, We go.