However, I did find out that the Beatles landed at the airport for a minute in 1964, and there’s a plaque commemorating that event. It’s also on the Amtrak route from Chicago to Dallas. That’s about it.
It also has the Polar Freeze, a local family owned fast food drive-in, which seems to specialize in pit BBQ as well as burgers and the usual drive-in fare.
I was in the mood for a quick burger and tots, and it seemed like the Freeze could fit the bill. They weren’t very busy, and they had lots of employees (all family?) scurrying about pretending to be busy.
The customer ahead of me was grumbling that they “lost his order” – but finally he was handed a bag, jumped in his car and took off.
My order just took a few minutes. They handed me a number that they would call when it was ready.
It was ready, and I too, jumped in the car and headed east, towards I-55 and the Mississippi River.
The tots were perfect and they included a solitary salt packet along with a handful of ketchup packs.
My first bite into the burger took me by a little bit of surprise. I might have gotten the other guy’s lost order, or else they dress their burgers around here in a unique way. My burger was topped with a flavored mayo (tho I can’t tell you what the flavor was) and dill pickle chips. Period. Not disagreeable, but not my choice.
The hand-pattied burger was ultra local beef (you can tell) which was a pleasant surprise.
I should have ordered more, should have tried the BBQ. Shudda, wudda, cudda.
There’s a note on the street sign that asks “Have you thanked the man upstairs today?” But as you can see from my pic, there is no upstairs at the Polar Freeze. So.
Polar Freeze Review