In Chicago, both food and entertainments are plentiful. F. and I feasted upon grilled cheese and Cadbury Mini Eggs and homemade pizza and gin in grapefruit juice while reading Horatio Hornblower books, devising mnemonics for syntax-related things, availing ourselves of public transit, and admiring Ralph Fiennes. If that isn't the good life, I don't know what is.
We also had brunch at a good spot that would have been probably insufferably precious if the food were not so gosh-darned delicious. It was in one of the many Chicago neighborhoods I have not yet learned to distinguish between. One reaches them on the El and walks around in circles and eventually finds a coffee place and rolls one's eyes at the shittiness of the coffee and the unbearableness of the other customers. Anyway, this fine teetering-on-the-edge-of-the-preciousness-abyss restaurant is called Orange, and they served us wonderful grilled cheese and rose (!) pancakes, so good. But the very best thing was the fresh pear juice, which is something I have never managed to have before and which almost make me think a juicer would be a desirable object. But really there is no way on earth that I want to buy and store such an item, and fortunately F. assures me that pear juice can be achieved through the combined efforts of a knife, a blender, and a strainer, so I may manage to have some in any case. That would be very exciting indeed.
Also featured was lunch with the excellent Thirteens, who are very kind indeed and also fed us prodigious quantities of Thai food. Praise to Thirteens, who are a great and generous people!
Now I am home again and we have had potato soup for lunch and been to the library where, among other things, plenty of Hornblower reading has been obtained. I am steadily avoiding my work and contemplating a nice drink or maybe a snack of Ak-Mak sesame crackers, which I have recently discovered and deem very good. They made an appearance at a recent working group meeting, and I was pretty dubious because they look like your standard hard-as-a-rock desiccated hippie tablets, but in fact they are very tasty. Or at least I think so. You might not agree. Maybe I will have a nice drink AND a snack of sesame crackers, because I am that kind of crazy person.
This entry has no conclusion, because I am that kind of crazy person, too.
We also had brunch at a good spot that would have been probably insufferably precious if the food were not so gosh-darned delicious. It was in one of the many Chicago neighborhoods I have not yet learned to distinguish between. One reaches them on the El and walks around in circles and eventually finds a coffee place and rolls one's eyes at the shittiness of the coffee and the unbearableness of the other customers. Anyway, this fine teetering-on-the-edge-of-the-preciousness-abyss restaurant is called Orange, and they served us wonderful grilled cheese and rose (!) pancakes, so good. But the very best thing was the fresh pear juice, which is something I have never managed to have before and which almost make me think a juicer would be a desirable object. But really there is no way on earth that I want to buy and store such an item, and fortunately F. assures me that pear juice can be achieved through the combined efforts of a knife, a blender, and a strainer, so I may manage to have some in any case. That would be very exciting indeed.
Also featured was lunch with the excellent Thirteens, who are very kind indeed and also fed us prodigious quantities of Thai food. Praise to Thirteens, who are a great and generous people!
Now I am home again and we have had potato soup for lunch and been to the library where, among other things, plenty of Hornblower reading has been obtained. I am steadily avoiding my work and contemplating a nice drink or maybe a snack of Ak-Mak sesame crackers, which I have recently discovered and deem very good. They made an appearance at a recent working group meeting, and I was pretty dubious because they look like your standard hard-as-a-rock desiccated hippie tablets, but in fact they are very tasty. Or at least I think so. You might not agree. Maybe I will have a nice drink AND a snack of sesame crackers, because I am that kind of crazy person.
This entry has no conclusion, because I am that kind of crazy person, too.
