Snapshot, Chicago

We are at Carmine's on Rush street sitting at a table next to...Tommy Lasorda and what I assume are his grandchildren. Mr. L gets up to talk to a man at the table on the other side of us...Ozzie Guillen. Just, you know, one World Series Champion manager congratulating another.

In other news, Carmine's is staffed entirely with Italian grandmothers who will attempt to kill you with food. You will, however, die happy.

EDIT: Duh. Changed "us" to "up" in the second sentence. Rather changes the meaning, that.