hells kitchen and mo rocca

Speaking of Hells Kitchen, the one in Minneapolis is an excellent eatery if you're entertaining the thought of breakfast -- and just happen to be in the Land of 10,000 Lakes. I went with my sister about a year ago, and it was a yummy-in-my-tummy experience through and through. All the waiters and waitresses are inexplicably hip AND personable, to boot!

I'd like to visit Chicago sometime to see a taping of Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me.

My thought process to get to this topic goes like this:

Hells Kitchen -->
Minneapolis -->
Twin Cities -->
St. Paul -->
Prairie Home Companion -->
NPR -->
NPR in Chicago -->
Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me

Anyway, a visit to Chicago is in order sometime soon. To see Mo Rocca. He pulls at my nerdy heart strings. I think it's the commonality of tortoise rimmed glasses and his affinity for unapologetic, unreserved goofiness. Every few episodes you'll find him stuttering as he thinks of a witty response to Peter Sagal's slew of newsworthy trivia questions.

It's cute, and I dig it as much as I dig this.