What a fantastic 4th of July weekend! Where else but in Chicago can you see people light off fireworks in the middle of the street, halting traffic for a block, where bottle rockets are shot out of apartment windows at opposing buildings, and where people climb to their rooftops to gain a 360 degree view of the city's lighted nighttime magic? God, I love this city.

On Augusta and Leavitt, a vacant neighborhood parking lot is closed off and groups of locals light off professional looking fireworks that rivals any downtown show. Why is this one better? Fireworks along the lake last a mere, 20 or so minutes, but the local Ukrainian Village show went off for more than an hour. Apparently, the recession does not apply to the villagers and their extensive amount of illegal fireworks and for that I applaud them, great show guys.

So, let me preface my amazing dining experience this last weekend by saying that I have the metabolism of a five year old, thanks to the greatest gene combination ever. So much so, that I got heckled at by a group of young girls at the beach the other weekend, calling me either Mary Kate or Ashley Olsen. Normally, I would have been offended, but hey, I'm pushing 30 so whatever ladies.

Anyway.... this inability to store fat has allowed me the blessing of being able to eat the the greatest creation EVA... Small Bar's gift to all the carnivores out there [divert your eyes vegans]. It's the burger that should be called the triple bypass surgery... it's got meat, it's got a fried egg, and yes, lots of bacon. Forget the onions, lettuce, and tomatoes they add to your plate, because really? It just spoils the meaty goodness. Top it off with their endless selection of beer [I get Three Floyds Gumballhead], and a side of sweet potato fries. Thanks Mom, thanks Dad... couldn't have done this without you. ::tear::

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