Day Two: Chicago

Night time in Chicago. We began day two with perhaps the best diner breakfast we've ever had. Cippy's Place is this awesome luncheonette on the Ontario side of the falls, open and run by Don Cipparone since 1963. Bax and I were the only people aside from the cook in the place. (Monday morning at 9:45) After a regular came in and started chatting in a thick Canadian accent, Baxter leaned over to whisper to me: "I think they're talking in Italian" Can't make these things up.
We set off across Ontario and made great time. (obeying the speed limits posted in km) We were "randomly selected" for a full car search at the American border. We took our wallets and went inside the waiting room. A customs officer made us turn our pockets inside out, and keep our hands on the counter where he "could see them" while we waited for them to go through my entire car, and all our belongings. It was at this point that i looked around the room and realized the only people without uniforms were about 15 other white male 20 somethings with beards... and a Muslim family. So much for random inspections. It seems the folks at customs have been watching 24. Awesome.
After an hour in the customs office, we were released. We stopped for lunch at Charlie's Bar and Grill in Pottersville, just north of Battle Creek, Michigan, and made our way to Chicago without further incident. Met up with Baxter's friends here, and had dinner with Mike Laf.
Crashing with Baxter's gracious and hilarious friends tonight, and with Laf tomorrow.