Through no fault of my
own, I spent a good part of Father’s Day afternoon at Ditka’s Restaurant, the
one adjacent to Arlington Racetrack.
Alas, the man-child was nowhere to be seen, though his jersey looked to
be on sale in every conceivable size and color.
From the photos and
memorabilia, you’d think that Mike Ditka and Gayle Sayers were best buds back
in their playing days. Who knows, maybe
they were. I just don’t remember the
Kansas Comet ever needing blockers, assuming those Bears teams he was stuck on
even had any who could be of use, the restauranteur included.
His food was alright,
if not quite my taste, which runs more to the menu at the Czech Plaza in
Berwyn. What really surprised me was the
support staff. Mr. Ditka is a Donald
Trump sort of guy, and yet so many of the restaurant employees looked to be of
a background that the president would keep out if only he could build that wall
of his. Maybe Ditka the businessman
thinks differently than Ditka the public figure.
There was large flat
screen on the wall where I was sitting.
Ditka’s being Ditka’s, it was turned on to a sporting event, World Cup
soccer. Wait until #89 finds out.
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