I awoke in the wonderful feather bed once again. It was another day, and that meant another opportunity to try to live like Papa Hemingway. Just like yesterday, I slept in until 10:00 am, and located food as soon as possible. I quickly decided that $75 was a small price to pay when I bit into that first piece of French toast. Hemingway had to have liked French toast. Seriously though, what human being could possibly deny themselves the pleasure. The fact of the matter was, breakfast, as expected, was overly sufficient.
After making reservations for yet another night at Under the Ginko Tree, I flagged down a cab and hopped in. Oddly enough, my driver was an active member in the Ernest Hemingway look alike contest that is held annually in Oak Park. We discussed our equally disturbing fascination with Hemingway as he drove me five miles to my day's destination.
I stepped out of the cab, paid the look alike $20 for the fee, and gazed upon the Hemingway House in the heart of Chicago. The house is actually a thirty-story condominium high rise, but all the same, it is one of those wonderful places that Hemingway visited during his illustrious life (www.dreamtown.com). I managed to coerce the attractive blonde receptionist at the front desk to give me a free tour by applying my Hemingway-esque mannerisms that I have developed over the years. Needless to say, it was a great tour.
As it turned out, we ended up leaving the condo after a wonderful informational tour. We made our way over to an Irish pub that was located a few blocks away at 8:00 in the evening. What else can be said? I love locals.
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