Another city, another Hard Rock.
I'm not sure why, but it seems whenever I visit a major metropolis I feel compelled to seek out their Hard Rock Cafe. Maybe it's because of the kickin' T-shirts. It's certainly not for the food. This one in Chicago served a hard, bland burger that settled like a rock in my stomach after all the walking around I'd been doing. It was dead when we went (on a Tuesday lunch hour), but for some unknown reason we still had to wait 30 minutes for a table. I think it's to give you plenty of time to browse the store to make sure you buy something. My advice: skip the restaurant, and just visit the gift shop!