Marie and I met at a Park and Ride on I-94 and made a beeline for Chicago. The trip is easy, a straight shot save for a few toll booths.
Finding the Palmer House was easy. Its elegant, efficient and high class. The lobby transported me to Europe with the ornate fixtures, wrought iron balcony railings, and in particular, the ceiling. Its painted in a way that reminds me of Michelangelos ceiling at the Vatican. Its a great space with a bar and, at night, was full of people drinking and talking full of energy and life.