She had the magic words.
The driving distance is about the same for us both so we just met there. It's one of the bigger, if not the biggest flea markets, in Chicagoland, with up to 900 booths at the location we went to (there are three of them in the area). Abby got a long walk before we left.
I'm not a big fan of crowds, but the lure of possible tools and such (a girl can't have too many 5/32 allen keys) AND spending the day with my husband and two of our best friends. It's like wandering around a virtual Craigslist, though I didn't find this.
If you could sell it, you could probably find it here, food, dry goods, candy, religious icons, baby things, tons of socks and cowboy stuff. But buyer beware as the nunchucks, throwing stars and ninja swords are "no refunds, no exchanges!" There's row after row of vendors displaying about any product you can think of from TV's and Computers ("gently owned") to Marie Osmond tapes, plumbing supplies and ab busters and thighmasters and all sorts of exercise gear that was used twice before the owner figured out that with the fried churros on every corner, they will never look like the model on the infomercial.
MC picked up some super cheap used 15 pound weights as like me, she's doing the personal trainer thing, wisely purchased just as we were leaving.
"Don't you think it would clash with your shirt with the governor on it?"
It is an interesting atmosphere. There are people there you might not normally ever associate with, but on that day, in that place, everyone is friendly, everyone pays attention and everyone is polite. People here likely have full-time day jobs, though some may have a more "gypsy" lifestyle going from place to place selling their wares. But they are happy for every sale, no matter how small, they will look you in the eye and give you an honest "thank you".
MC: "Take the King and someone dies."
Me: "No, honestly, cremation is fine"
In addition to a lot of used garden eqipment there were the plants, so colorful this time of year.
There was even furniture, some looking as if from another era.
Mr. B. "I've heard they make upholstery out of its hair, but I've never seen a Mo."
My husband: "Well they DID hunt the nauga into extinction in the 70's."
MC: "No, they're just hiding".
Mr. B.: " I need to find some wobble extensions."
My husband: "Impact rated?"
Mr. B.: "They're all impact rated."
My husband: "Yes, but some for more impacts than others."
They do have a snack bar with the usual swap meat food, but we were thinking steakhouse.
A quick stop in the "Ladies Room O'Rama" for a good hand washing and fresh tactical lip gloss and we went for the steaks. Jenny's Pub and Steakhouse in Chicago Ridge. The Yelp reviews for this restaurant are mixed but we've eaten there several times and have had really good meals and the best waitstaff. They even bring out this complimentary fresh bread with bruschetta to nosh on while you wait for your meal.
MC went for the slab of Prime Rib with twice baked potato and their homemade soup.