Carson’s Ribs in Chicago
Patrick completed a major work project today so to celebrate we headed for his favorite indulgence, RIBS! I’m not a ribs because I don’t eat meat on the bone (yeah you read that right, I’m a strange girl).
He picked Carson’s as the place for ribs in Chicago. Once we got to the restaurant and I saw the sign below, I knew he knew what he was talking about. Not that I ever doubted him but, a sign wouldn’t lie. Would it?
The outside of this place is nothing special. I’ve actually walked/drove by it lots of times and never even noticed it. However, the inside of the place is nice! We were seated in a booth that looked over the entire dinning room:
All along the walls were pictures of all things Chicago. Famous people of Chicago as well as some well known Chicago sights. I love this city so much so it is always a treat to look at pictures that show the history of this great town!
Since this was a celebration dinner we had to start the meal off with a toast. I ordered the Carson’s Cosmo and Patrick had a gin martini with 2 blue cheese olives.
Cheer’s babe! I’m so proud of you!
I just had to show a picture of my husbands dinner because he got “real” ribs. I love this picture with the Carson’s bib and the knife and fork ready to dig in.
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One Comment
Emily
I used to be the same way – chicken especially on the bone really grossed me out. I've gotten over it though but I totally know what you mean 😉 Oh, and I've got ribs in the crock pot right now!