What good is a suit? Part III

Finally, we arrived at the building, well I shouldn’t quite call it “the building” I mean it is the Chicago Stock Exchange and the restaurant is on the 40th floor.

When we walked into the lobby there were barriers up and the guard asked if he could help us. We told him we had dinner reservations, he buzzed us in and the glass gates parted to let us pass through, I suddenly felt “out of my league”.

The guard asked for the name of the reservation and verified that we were in fact on the list, and not interlopers! He told us to take the elevator to the 39th floor where we would take a private elevator to the 40th floor. I guess that instead of having one elevator go all the way to the top they make you change so they can call it “private” and therefore make it more exclusive, I don’t care…. I want the elevator to take us all the way to the top.

We ascended quickly in the elevator and our ears popped, when we got out on the 39th floor we found the “private elevator” and went up one more floor, as we exited we were greeted with a resounding “Good Evening!” That really freaked us out, apparently there’s a hotel up there as well, we didn’t know that.

We weren’t sure where the restaurant was, but we figured it was away from the hotel side of things so we walked in the opposite direction and there a door, cut into the woodwork of the decor welcomed us with the words “The Everest Room” I suddenly felt like Lucy Pevensie at the moment when she walked into the wardrobe and realized that a glorious adventure was soon to occur.

It was exactly 6:30, no time to turn back.

Oh Shit!