On the Road: Cheyenne to Illinois. And LT's Organic Farm!

We're in a very serious coffee shop in Chicago, having our first decent cup of joe in many days. Chicago is going to get its own post after we visit Millennium Park and do other Chicagoey things. This post should just bring us from Cheyenne to our arrival in the Windy City. (Side note: I always thought that the nickname was due to the presence of Windmere Fans, but Wikipedia disagrees).

We shall not speak of Nebraska.

Arbor Day?

We drove through it mostly at night, anyway. I spent most of our time in that state remembering why, on road trips, I usually eschew driving days longer than twelve hours.

We crashed in a cheap roadside motel and woke up with backaches and a deep longing not to have to get in the car again. I specifically told Justin that I would not stand for another single bit of junk food. That's why LT's Organic Farm, Clinic, Restaurant, and Institute of Preventive Medicine was such a godsend.

That's LT in the foreground. Justin already mentioned the Burners, but they were full of effusive words for this place. We learned that they had spent the past four hours here, noodling around on their guitars and "checking out the tomato plants." Actually, we did some of that too.

The meal was stupendous. Inventive, diversified, light, organic, local, Indian-inspired, and served to us with a great deal of dignity and pride.

And then I spent a long time wandering around taking arty photos of plants.

We got a little bit of a speech about proper eating from LT himself, who speaks with the conviction of the converted, but we didn't mind: a very small price to pay for the best meal we'd had in days.

This place is right of I-80, with a road-food sign, just before Des Moines as you're traveling east. If you're ever in the neighborhood, go there. You won't regret it.


Now we're off to enjoy Chicago and the lovely weather we have brought here. Ciao! 


XOX
Meredith