This weekend, Mike and I visited friends in Chicago. It felt a little like coming home, partially because we used to live there, but mostly because we loved being with our friends – good friends, the kind that are like family. We engaged in an eclectic mélange of activities, from strategy board games to ballet lessons to watching absurd videos made for cats.
Many of our meals were French in nature. We ate our way through the Chicago French Market – a year-round indoor market featuring delicacies from local artisans and purveyors – similar to Minneapolis’s Midtown Global Market. Between the four of us, we sampled some fresh donuts in strawberry sauce, barbecue, a lobster roll, some cured meat and French macaroons.
Sandwiched between cocktails at the Barrelhouse Flat and the boys’ flights of whiskey at the Duke of Perth, we refueled at La Creperie. As the name suggest, they make crepes – savory, sweet, you name it. We had some escargot, otherwise known as a vehicle for pure garlicky butter. We tried a beef bourguignon crepe, a chicken and mushroom crepe and my favorite – the salted caramel dessert crepe.
We had a truly enjoyable trip and can’t wait to go back again soon.
What should we try next time we’re in the Windy City?
Until We Eat Again,
Two Happy Cooks