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Fish Fry Season.

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Last night we headed out West to St. Ferdinand Church for their Lenten Fish Fry which just so happened to be Elvis Night.  I’ve been searching for a church Fish Fry since the last one I went to in Columbus was all out of fish back in 2006.  The fish at St. Ferdinand wasn’t the best (I’d say it was frozen/middle school lunch-esq) but the atmosphere was top notch.  First off the place was packed and you couldn’t find parking for a couple blocks.  There were at least two different banquet type rooms that we could see both had their own bar.  The bar by the way probably served the cheapest beer in all of Chicago:  $1.50 Miller Light (no tip jar).  Also, they were hocking girl scout cookies and carmel apples as soon as you walked in the door.  Elvis worked the crowd and took requests all the while handing out scarfs to old ladies.

Needless to say St. Ferdinand has their act together when it comes to a Fish Fry.

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Bedford's 40th Birthday.

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Last night we headed over to Jack’s Bar and Grill for Bedford’s birthday and we somehow ended up at Jesse’s (Wriglyeville North) for pitchers of beer and both kinds of music:  Country and Western.

* Side Notes:
1. Bedford’s ability to balance beer on his head is impressive.
2. Bedford get’s his sport coats from the same place my dad does: 1983
3. The text from the Clinton letter from above reads as follows:


THE WHITE HOUSE
WASHINGTON
January 30th, 2010

Warm Greetings to my friends at Southport.  After missing WASSAIL 2009 I swore I wouldn’t miss the celebration of Bedford Lydon’s 40th birthday.  But Hillary dragged my ass to Haiti and I he some noble work to do here.  But BEdford… please know that my best wishes are with you as I never thought that fat, bald and forty is the new sexy.  You make it work and it is great for balancing beers on your head.  And go ahead and take off that shirt for you may repulse all the females in attendance but Sue will always love your hairy Buddha belly button.

Give Frank the Tank my best.  WE partied at the ‘Big Pale Adobe’ in DC after a formal gig.  I love the Tank and all you cute single women should love the Tank also.  I couldn’t tear Monica or Chelsea away from him.  He’s tall dark and handsome and hung… all pictures in the Millard Fillmore Wing.

Happy Birthday Bedford and God Bless Frank the Tank.

Bill Clinton