Dad took us to Chicago in the winter of 1971. We ordered cheeseburgers at The Billy Goat under Michigan Avenue. You had to order fast. No time to look at the menu. It was a trip.
Seven years later, sitting in a college dorm TV room flirting with a girl named Carolyn, we watched an episode of SNL together. They did a skit about ordering cheeseburgers in The Olympia Café. I told her I had been there and done that. She didn't believe me.
Cheeseborger! Cheeseborger! Cheeseborger!
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