I wasn’t even seated yet when the train rolled by. Not a metaphorical one, a real, tiny train circling the counter, carrying burgers and fries like it had places to be.
That’s when I knew this wasn’t just lunch. At The Choo Choo in Illinois, motion is part of the meal. The grill hisses. The train hums.
Someone laughs when their food pulls up right on cue. I caught myself smiling like a kid who just realized the toy actually works…