A group of coworkers and I wandered over to the Taste of Chicago at lunchtime and I am proud to report that I walked right past the booths that tempted me with familiar fare. No Robinson's rib tips or Billy Goat cheez-borger/cheez-borger for this Gal. Not today.
Skewered shark veracruz (or "shark on a stick," as we like to call it) was the feature at The Polo Cafe booth, and I went for it. It tasted like just about any other baked fish with a chunky tomato sauce and capers, but that's not the point.
I'm a wee bit burpy but still proud of myself. I am a true lunch time adventuress!