Took the UP-West Metra line from Ogilvie Station to La Fox, where my brother-in-law and niece & nephew picked me up. Immediately, we cruised towards the Portillo’s on Randall Rd. for a drive-thru experience. My nephew Justin prefers the ribs at Portillo’s – an aggressive order I can appreciate. Madison, my 13-year-old pescatarian niece, opted for the caesar salad and french fries. Their mom & dad went classic with hot dogs and I needed a beef, sweet & hot. Didn’t get it dipped or wet, just ordered as is. And I might be doing that from now on. Don’t get me wrong, I love the flavor and soaked up goodness of dripping wet beef bread. But it’s become almost unmanageable. Soggy to the point where I can’t hold it together and beyond publicly acceptable messiness, depending on the situation. Look at how picturesque this beef is without wetting or dipping:
Picture says a thousand words. Enough juice gets in there residually from the beef dripping to keep the bread pleasantly moist. Fries and a large coke and I was GTG.
Side Note: I spotted this on their counter:
Peach Crush? Never seen that before. And I used to work as a merchandiser for American Bottling Co., which handles Crush. I loaded many a pallet of Orange, Grape & other assorted Crush products, never dreaming I’d see a Peach. Not that I craved one, but I like Snapple Peach Tea. Even after sucking down that giant Portillo’s pop, I knew I needed a sample from this 2-liter. Wasn’t bad. Actually, it tasted exactly like a Jolly Rancher.