Yeah, but do you love a rainy day? This is just the sort of weather you want when you're on a driving trip. We're told this part of Wisconsin is lovely, but we may never know for sure.

Eat cheese or die: In case you thought "Cheese Heads" wasn't really an honest description of Wisconsin-ites.

Doppelganger: Hey, how'd we get home so quickly? Oh wait, wrong Capitol building. (This one's in Madison.)

Meat pies: On one of the last great Food Death Marches of the trip, we stumbled (and I mean stumbled) onto this place, where we got what the Brits would refer to as pasties. Mmmmm, pasties.

112 Memory Lane: The Dupree homestead in Oak Park, Illinois, from 1973 to 1977.

Frank or dog?: Parky's, in Oak Park, the umpteenth mondo-cool eatery we passed by during our trip.

Big shoulders: The Hancock Tower, The Drake Hotel and more along Chicago's Michigan Avenue. We were pretty much ready to move there that evening.

Slab of beef, anyone?: Them Midwesterners know how to advertise their steakhouses, that's for sure.

Huh? What? No, no, I'm awake, really: Driving from Minneapolis to South Bend in one day can be kind of tiring. When the road starts looking like this, it's time to stop.

Paging Young and Rubicam: At the end of the most epic of our Food Death Marches on this trip (you never would expect South Bend to be such a wasteland), we collapsed into a booth at Damon's (A Place for Ribs!) and were rewarded with the best-looking beer we'd ever seen in our lives.