In the evening, we drove down to Romeoville to meet up with Tom at White Fence Farm. We recalled the place fondly, though the last time we'd eaten there was in the 1980s. In the interim, the founder had died, and left the place to his kids. It appeared moribund, now. The chicken didn't taste right, and as far as we could tell, they didn't bother to serve us any breasts with our plate. The sides were poor. It was very disappointing.
Tomorrow, we'll be off for Wisconsin, with adventures abounding, and NADWCon 2 to attend.