little blog on the prairie

I’m lost.

I think I’m in central Illinois, but those folks from the state of Chicago keep telling me I’m in the southern part of the state. Take, for instance, today’s post on the Chicagoist blog about Sonic “inching closer” to the Second City:

“With the concept centered on the drive-in and carhop appeal, Sonic has previously favored the warmer-weather climates. However, southern Illinois is already home to several Sonic locations – with the closest in Champaign – and Kouri and Peterson are already looking to expand along I-80, toward Chicago.”

I chuckled when I read this. It reminded me of my goofy aunt — everyone has one of those — who always asks me about our life in “southern Illinois.”

Speaking of Sonic — that’s one of those places that I rarely go to, but I’m glad it’s there. When I was a vegetarian living in meat-crazed Texas, I could always count on there being a Sonic in any small town I happened past on my travels. Their grilled cheese isn’t anything to write home about, but it’s edible.