My GUK (Great Uncle Kevin) and GAS (Great Aunt Sheila) -- fresh off a lengthy car trip to visit GUT (Great Uncle Tim) and GAA (Great Aunt Alma) in Montreal -- were good enough to make the trip to Chicago even though they had already spent way too much time together on their international travels. They were just as entertaining as Mom and Dad promised.
GUK, GAS and I spent enough quality time together for them to learn that I am the rooting-est, tooting-est baby in the West.
Turns out, GAS didn't have anything for me to eat in there, but I thought I'd give it a look.
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