When I was in grade school my Dad would always pick me up from school and we’d walk back to his office at UIC where either I’d pretend I, too, worked in the Audio Visual department, or we’d go home early. But the best part, by far was taking a quick walk to this Italian Beef restaurant, Carm’s where he’d buy me an Italian ice. This became such a tradition that we went after my high school graduation, and I suprised him on his last day before retirement and walked him to Carm’s. I love that place.