A Trip to Potbelly's

As I wrote about in this post, I simply love Potbelly’s sandwiches. As far as I can tell, they’re only made in Chicago, so this weekend, under the guise of going to the windy city for a friend’s wedding, I got to eat at Potbelly’s for the first time since Christmas.

I carpooled with Trevor and Laura on Saturday morning, cringing at the gas price ($3.77 in the middle of Illinois), but happy I was splitting the cost of the room with several other people (the savings of which were negated by several friends who put drinks on my room tab…). We made it up to the Burr Ridge Marriott in time to see Ankur, the groom, riding a horse along the side of the building for the opening processional. In the ceremony that followed, the highlights were seeing Sonya and Ankur combine a respect for their Hindu traditions with the joy and laughter that make them a great couple, along with watching the flame in front of their chairs grow larger and larger until I was seriously concerned that they were going to catch on fire (they did not).

A number of my college friends—frisbee people—were up at this wedding, so we had a great time at the happy hour(s) after the ceremony and the reception. The combination of Indian pop music and American music was perfect for the dancing portion of the evening, the majority of which, unfortunately, I spent eating my dinner (as Caroline will hopefully note in a future Vault, I am an extremely slow eater, and for some reason my table was one of the last to ushered to the buffet). However, I traipsed onto the dance floor for a few songs, and several people were witness to my new Iron Man dance.

Due to the wind and the rain, we skipped the Cubs game today, but I think Caroline’s mom was happy to have a bunch of kids to make brunch for her on Mother’s Day. However, that wasn’t the last time we ate today. On the way back to St. Louis, we stopped at Potbelly’s—as you can tell by the joy in Trevor’s cartwheel, I really hyped up this place.

It was marvelous.