There’s something to be said for a cute old-school diner (with blue patterned table cloths). And cold milkshakes. And crisp french fries. And a sister who makes you laugh and dream of future things, even when you’re melting from the summer heat.
What I’m trying to say is, Portillo’s was worth the walk. Lunching there felt exactly like what summer in Chicago is supposed to be.
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