We’re starting to create a ‘list of lasts’ since we’re heading out of Chicago in a matter of months (well, weeks for Chris). And although we’ve been wanting to hit up the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in Cleveland, we’ve put if off for a few years because it’s, well, in Cleveland. Our last trip to Ohio involved a Rush concert full of mullets and Budweiser, and as a result, I suppose it’s safe to say I haven’t had a real hankerin’ to repeat the 5-6 hour drive. However, The Boss himself roped us into it this time, and since the exhibit ends in February we couldn’t say no.
It was a quick trip, but a relatively easy drive out of Chicago, and I’m glad we went; one cross-through on our list, many more to go :).
I’m sad to report that there are no pictures to share of the Bruce Springsteen exhibit, since the RRHF is one of those weirdo museums that doesn’t allow photography indoors, so you’ll just have to imagine two floors full of Bruce paraphernalia, including his jeans from the Born in the USA cover, plenty of notebooks full of his song lyrics, and pictures that definitely take you back – even for me, and he’s old enough to be my dad. Let’s just say I’m glad he isn’t, because that would have been awkward…
And now I’m about to get a few shakes of the head, perhaps a few eye-rolls. I did not want to go to the A Christmas Story house and museum. This was all Chris, I’m afraid. And I’ll throw the confession out there and hope you quickly read over this sentence and don’t let it sink in like so many others have – I’ve never watched the movie completely….
But nonetheless, Chris was entertained, and I got to snap some pics, and it was all good. Aside from the fact that twenty dollars disappeared before my very eyes and I’m not sure if what I saw, and what I walked through, was worth that much.
Dinner was most certainly a bargain. Had we had more time, we would have also eaten at Fat Cat, a recommendation from my friend, Rachel. We did manage to squeeze in a little football-watching and a beer before dinner, but their food menu looked pretty tasty.
Instead, I decided a long time ago that if I ever went to Cleveland, and if I did it would probably only be once in my lifetime, that I’d eat at one of Michael Symon’s restaurants. I most definitely achieved that goal, and we had an awesome meal at Lolita, his spot in the more trendy neighborhood of Tremont. I have to admit – there were even brussels sprouts that I considered edible, but the braised rabbit with housemade pappardelle stole the show.
The drive home was full of snow, and despite the ginormous toll fees we had to pay, I’d have to say it was a nice trip. Will I go to Cleveland again? Well, no, but I answer that way only because our future trips to the midwest are already taken by Chicago, Rochester, MN, and Milwaukee. Either way, I’m glad we checked it off our list!