Going home to New York City is as comfortable as slipping on an old shoe. I flew there Tuesday afternoon with just a backpack and the parka on my back, and I was immediately at ease and confident in a way I don't yet feel in Chicago. The
A colleague here in Chicago reports that she called a local supermarket chain with a kosher bakery to find out about ordering cupcakes for her son's preschool. They did have kosher cupcakes, but unfortunately only with Christmas decorations.
█████ took this photo of the front window of the Tastee Freez around the corner:
Have you tried this terrific recipe yet?
We brought home a lot of great souvenirs from Japan, but I think the best are the two rubber drink coasters █████ lifted from a Mos Burger in Mitaka....
Much longer ago than "this morning," we hauled our tired asses out of bed, hauled our luggage to the train, and hied ourselves to O'Hare. Check-in was delightfully pleasant, our cruise through security simplicity itself, and to say that our thirteen-hour flight to Japan seemed much
For my birthday lunch, █████, Ella, and I headed around the corner to our local Tastee Freez for a grand repast of Chicago dogs (fully loaded), fries, and root beer floats. Yum. My birthday dinner will be a somewhat grander affair, being at Morton's.
We thought we could beat the thunderstorms. That is why last Monday evening I walked thirty minutes to a showing of Live Free or Die Hard, while █████ biked to Pipers Alley to meet up with the running group she was attending for the first time. I thoroughly enjoyed my movie,
When last we checked in with Ali El Sayed at Kabab Cafe in Astoria, he was papering the doors and getting ready to light out for Egypt. We're pleased to hear, via ❦rajankhanna and the New York Times, that he's back in town and back in
Yesterday afternoon █████ and I bopped downtown to spend an afternoon gorging ourselves at the Taste of Chicago. After we were too full to go on, we waddled over to Millennium Park and flopped down to hear the Grant Park Orchestra and Karen Brunssen rehearse Duruflé's Requiem at the
This is for my compatriots from Marvin's Blue Heaven breakfast table:
I can't believe neither █████ nor I had ever eaten at Peter Luger until last night. It was worth the wait, and the money, and it fully lived up to the hype.
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