It has been about 5 years since I've last visited my hometown of Chicago and I was really starting to miss it. A place I spent the better half of my life in pre school, then elementary school, then middle school then high school. Growing up, I had always been a fan of some of the famous Chicago chains, Potbelly Sandwich Works, Lou Malnati's Pizzeria, Dairy Queen and of course Portillo's.
With all of the violence and cold weather that possesses Chicago, I have always been nervous to venture back, but for some reason, I felt the city calling for me.
I booked a trip back in January to visit the great city of Chicago, the week after Memorial Day, flying out of DFW to Ohare International (never Midway) on May 27th. Little did I know, this flight date would be one of the greatest decisions I would ever make in my life.
A few days before my flight, I was scrolling the apps (I believe it was Facebook), when I came across a post sharing that Portillo's was opening at DFW Terminal B and the first 200 customers would receive a free slice of their ooey gooey chocolate cake (which is uncommonly known to be made with mayonnaise). This event presented me with the opportunity to taste Portillo's in Texas and then just a day later try it in Chicago to see if it truly held up to its standards.
I was scheduled to fly out of Terminal C, which is common for American Airlines's domestic flights, especially for routine routes to Chicago. Unfortunately, the Portillo's was located in Terminal B, which would require me to take the Skylink (a free, approximately 5 min ride).
I prepared to leave my house a little early expecting long lines to get in and extra time to get over to Terminal B. Just like I always do, I opened the Lyft, Uber and Empower (a new ride-share app with great prices, however only available in select cities). I mistakenly selected Terminal C, whimsically forgetting of my plans to visit the Portillo's. My driver, Ignacio, arrived just 10min later, in a Ford Mustang and we were off on our adventure. Ignacio didn't speak English, so the bulk of our car ride was in silence, but it gave me time to think about what was to come.
Just 10min away from DFW, I realized the mistake I had made, and a shadow of panic creeped over me as I was only semi comfortable with my Spanish. "Por favor, perdóname; cometí un error en la aplicación. Voy a la Terminal B en lugar de la C." Ignacio responded "okay okay". Crisis adverted.
The rest of the ride was rather uneventful, pulled into the airport, Ignacio effortlessly navigated to Terminal B and I collected my things, passed through TSA with my electronic boarding pass and digital passport and headed to Portillo's.
A few things to know about Portillo's at DFW. It's not as big as the stand-alone locations. They don't do delivery. And they do not have Barnelli's attached.
The line was rather short and due to my later flight, I had missed the free cake slice promotion, which was okay, as I had planned to get a cake shake anyway (hehe my little secret). One Italian beef, lightly dipped, add peppers. One cake shake. I was golden.
Just like at any other Portillo's, my order was called just a few minutes later, and I could see the glistening au jus dripping off the sandwich, and the tumultuous chocolate cake shake sitting beside it. With a fork and knife, I attacked the sandwich, followed by a long pull of the chocolate shake through the too-thin-straw. I continued alternating between beefy goodness and chocolatey bliss until both were things of the past.
After demolishing both masterpieces, I was in no mental condition to fly, let alone walk/skylink to Terminal C security, then to my gate as I was on a food high like no other. But I needed to, for it was the only way to Chicago. It would be another 22hrs and 15min until me, an Italian beef sandwich and a chocolate cake shake would meet again, this time in Chicago, Illinois.