If you search for “Denny’s” in Chicago, my name comes up. This post serves to further increase my online connection to the oft-visited diner of my youth (and by “youth” I mean, existence). The link is to ye olde Centerstage column, Meet Market Maven, where I’m pretty sure I mention Denny’s. I’m too lazy to re-read it, but I do recall mentioning “muff mound,” “Chipotle” and “the pledge of allegiance” in there, which sounds like a pretty good time to me.
Speaking of good times, Ellie and I are about to go volunteer at Project Open Hand, serving and preparing meals for the homeless. Check them out!
Keep Grand Slamming my heart, dear readers.