brother what a night the people saw… (glory be)
The most delicous omelette I’ve ever experienced was on Friday at Uncommon Ground near Chicago’s Wrigley Field.
Following that breakfast bliss I walked over to the L, and when I got off on Grand, the stairs smelled like chocolate. I tried to figure out what could possibly be producing such a delicious brownie batter smell, and couldn’t find anything. Later I asked my friend Peter about it, and he explained that it was probably the Blommer Chocolate Factory. “Even the bridges smell like chocolate here,” he said. Chicago is a magical place.
Most of my trip has been spent running around the city or chilling with Peter, but here are a few things that have been of particular interest:
The Winter WonderFest at Navy Pier has got to be one of the most amazing 
festivals I’ve seen…. ever. It blew me away in its magnitude and imagination.
Forever in pursuit of the Best Cup of Hot Chocolate (as defined by me), I was served hot chocolate in a bowl three of the four times I ordered it out here. All were good, none were Best.
The best pizza I had was Lou Malnati’s, which I went to on the review that it has the crispiest deep dish in the city, but even their Buttercrust (”Try it, ’cause Lou likes it!”) can’t compare to the crispiness and greasiness of Pizza Hut.
Peter is catsitting for the most unaffectionate outcast of a cat I’ve ever seen. She hisses at him when he feeds her and avoids any contact with people other than biting them. She perches on top of this little post, and I’ve been afraid she’s calculating her ability to spring on someone’s head and claw the life out of her. This cat has serious angst.
Being the fan of Alice In Wonderland that I am, I decided to go to the Children’s Museum of Chicago which featured an Alice Exhibit. Apparently they don’t let you do that without making you feel right creepy. As an “Unaccompanied Adult,” I had to temporarily surrender my state ID and wear a badge at all times so that I could be easily identified as a predator.
