Today my good friend Ryan Chick and I went to the Cubs game (they won 6-4).  Here’s a few photos.

Ryan and I, in a scruffy face show down.  We’re trying to look as cub-like as we can.

The Wrigley Field bleachers, where the real (or at least shirtless) action is.

Here’s Ryan after his fifth first and only beer.  He’s singing “Take Me Out to the Ball Game” during the seventh inning stretch.

Man, I love Chicago-style hot dogs.  This past winter my roommate Randy introduced me to an old, classic, hole-in-the-wall, family-run hot dog joint here in Arlington Hts. called Peep’s.  Thank you, Randy!!!  This is my new favorite hot dog joint (and best friend).

A reviewer on Yelp wrote this about Peep’s:  “Peep’s has been kicking 10 kinds of ass since I remember first going there in the 70’s when it was a little trailer on the corner.”

Here’s a brief photo essay on Peep’s.

Below Randy grabs his hot dog.  I’ve never seen him happier, ever.

I’ve never been happier.  This is the look of:  “My life suddenly has meaning (and taste).”

In case you were wondering what goes on a Chicago-style hot dog, here’s your answer.

The best bar stool.  I could sit there forever.

Notice that the sign says “BURRITOS ARE BACK.”  I don’t know where they went, but who cares.  The point is, they’re back!

As my friend Wink once poignantly said: Spring my ass.

A romantic moment …