Dining In Eataly: When Hopping The Atlantic Is Just Too Far.
Pasta, Paninis, And Meat Of Questionable Ethical Origin. Justin and I explore Eataly in downtown Chicago. Read the rest of this gem…
Pasta, Paninis, And Meat Of Questionable Ethical Origin. Justin and I explore Eataly in downtown Chicago. Read the rest of this gem…
I’ve been lucky enough to eat some pretty incredible breakfast foods all across the midwest — and they all had one pretty major thing in common. Read the rest of this gem…
In which I proceed to eat the entire city of Chicago. I love culinary tours!
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First, I just have to say — naming Millennium Park “Millennium Park” was a massive faux pas on the part of Chicago’s city planners (or whoever ultimately named the thing), because wow. Doesn’t it just sound dated? Like, the millennium was over fourteen years ago, guys. Read the rest of this gem…
A plush, simplistic stay at The James Chicago. Also, I’m getting old.
Destinations: Cleveland, Port Clinton, Kalamazoo, Chicago, Kenosha, Sparta, Menomonie
Well.
I’m back home safe and sound. Did you miss me? I missed you. Read the rest of this gem…
Well, I hate to break it to you, but it seems as though I’ve fallen into that trap that people who are moving tell you they’ll never fall into but inevitably always do — Read the rest of this gem…
*This post is long. But read to the end — there’s a little sumpin’ sumpin’ in it for you.
I realize I haven’t finished working my way through the highlights of our west coast trip yet, but I don’t know — it’s starting to feel like I’ve invited you to a cocktail party where you thought we might all get plastered and start playing truth or dare at the very worst, but instead I forced you to sit on the sofa and watch slide shows of family vacations. Read the rest of this gem…