No worries. There has been much red meat consumed on this trip, but we didn't end up eating any of it at our intended location, Ray Radigan's. We have gathered a lot of intel from the locals here, and they say it was a great steak place -- 30 years ago. Apparently it was a club at one point that had meat of myth and legend, but now it's own by Ray's son and the quality of the food is nothing to go to Kenosha for. The general consensus is that if you're in the area, it's good enough food to merit a visit. If not, don't go there.
So we haven't.
But we have been eating meat from Poeta's, the little neighborhood Italian grocery store/butcher shop just down from Ray's parents in Highwood. Right now there is some fresh sausage cooking on the grill outside. I cut it from a 3 pound rope of sausage. Not appealing to look at, but desirable for its freshness. And Monday we had some thick T-bones that I personally grilled up in the back yard. Tasty, tasty.
Dinner time awaits. Tomorrow the open road calls again. We're eyeing Accuweather carefully, but we're ready.