We left the Cozy Inn with our almond cookies in hand and continued our wander. We came across a few nice signs.
Hard to resist a sign that proclaims EAT-MOR.
Eventually, we realized we were near Eric Ambel's beloved Gordy's so we stopped by, admired the lake and drank a toast to him. Nice spot, Eric.
We meandered on, heading to our last stop of the day. The Hob Nob Supper Club in Racine.
Good God in heaven. It was glorious. Utterly gloriously Wisconsin-y, supper club-ly glorious. My pictures kinda suck but it was PACKED and it felt kinda rude taking lots of pictures. We slid into two of the last tufted white bar stools and watched old school bartending in hyperdrive. Fuck craft cocktails. THIS was the real deal.
A trio with a stand-up bass played at the other end of the bar. We just sat and soaked it all in. Glimped Lake Michigan out the windows as it disappeared into the darkness. Perfection.