April 2, 2020: Chicago, IL
My first full week of work in the new world is drawing to a close, and I couldn’t be saner. I went for a quick jog through the still partially open parts of Lincoln Park, and Tess and I walked over to Chipotle to pick up burritos to celebrate the holiday. On the way there, we (from the sidewalk) chatted with my sister (from her third floor window) and her boyfriend. With only a few cars on the road, we caught at least fifty percent of what they said! As we walked away post-conversation, they launched into a stirring rendition off the Notre Dame fight song on their instruments, which I thought was for me, but when we clapped, we got silence in return.
Chipotle was a weird scene. Customers and delivery drivers waited on the sidewalk outside. An employee would come to the door, ask your name, scurry inside and then return with your order. A sign indicated the recent reintroduction of walk-up orders, but much of the experience seems lost to me if you have to recite your ingredients from memory. In any case, I give them an A for promoting social distancing and an F for forgetting Tess’ Grapefruit Izze. We also get a C for taking advantage of their National Burrito Day special, which consisted of free delivery and queso. Our meals were topped with queso.
For my drink, I was lucky to receive my Blackberry Izze. Izze really does it right: seventy percent juice (though much of it is from concentrate) and ample, fresh fizz in their clear glass bottles. This drink always reminds me of some flavor from my youth, which I never can place. Maybe it was Blackberry Izze.
Gummies and Orange Soda 