Last weekend my husband and I flew out to Illinois for a whirlwind weekend celebrating my youngest brother's medical school graduation and recent marriage. We had a mini-adventure getting to Springfield, Illinois on Friday night, involving a dead sprint through the Chicago O'Hare airport, but we made our connection, our luggage (miraculously) also made it, and all was well. Upon arrival, my family (minus my mom and C., who came up on Saturday) decided we needed a snack, and that this snack MUST be a "horseshoe," which is a Springfield specialty. See here for the Wikipedia page, confirming its status as "a local Illinois delicacy." A horseshoe consists of a piece of Texas toast, covered in meat, covered in fries, smothered in cheese sauce. It is a Midwesterner's dream.
Now, you can get a horseshoe at any number of Springfield establishments, but we wanted to go to D'Arcy's Pint. The kitchen was going to close at 11PM, so we raced there from the airport, making it in the nick of time.
I ordered a "pony shoe," which is a half portion, with buffalo chicken and bleu cheese on the side. It was incredible. Considering that now both of my brothers have graduated from the S.I.U. School of Medicine, we all probably won't be going back to Springfield, I'm glad we had the chance to eat a horseshoe.
The next morning, I ran 6 miles with my dad (necessary after the horseshoe calorie bomb), then we all went to the graduation. Here is a picture of John and me in our graduation finest:
After that, we drove down to my parents' house in Harrisburg for the big wedding reception, where it was great to see lots of friends and family. We danced and had a great time, and then Sunday afternoon we flew home to New York. A quick trip, but absolutely fantastic. Now I just have to get through a few more work days before we take off for a week-long vacation in South Carolina!