Star spangled Chicago weekend
In a clear demonstration of patriotism I flew back from the UK just in time to celebrate America’s birthday in the states. Three unproductive days of attempting to battle jetlag in New York and it was back to the airport to catch a flight to Chicago.
Immediately after our arrival we wheeled our bags over to the hotel bar and had a few ginger smashes. Friend reunions are meant for delicious whiskey cocktails… Drinks were followed by dinner at Quartino and champagne with views of the city at the Signature Room.
I haven’t seen her in years - maybe since she moved away from NYC - it was lovely to catch up about our lives and friends and dating in different cities.
After brunch and shopping downtown, we gathered at a friend’s rooftop in Wicker Park. So happy to see this guy - my old roommate who moved to Miami last year. Miami is slowly stealing all of my friends!
For 4th of July celebrations, we chartered a boat to take us out onto the water to see the fireworks.
It was a perfectly picturesque evening, albeit a little chilly…
Per Adrienne’s demands we all dressed “festively in red/white/blue/boating attire in order to document ourselves in all our youthful splendor.”
I’m always amazed at the commitment (or maybe it’s just the #yolo nature) of our group of friends - I love that we can rally two dozen people together to one destination on a very regular basis.
In the evening, we saw Dixon at River West Music Fest.
After being utterly beat by Coachella earlier this year (three day fests require 150% more energy than I have) I thought I was done with music festivals but somehow I always find myself with ticket in hand, wristband being slapped on…
River West turned out to be tiny and low key - just my kind of vibe actually - though I can’t say our night was the same.
All our Chicago natives constantly rave about summer in Chicago and food in Chicago… neither of which disappointed this trip. I’d desperately wanted to go to Alinea but poor planning meant we didn’t catch reservations in time. As a consolation prize, Dave (my former roommate and culinary student) made us reservations at Blackbird.
The food was fresh and light, simple yet inventive. Just what my belly ordered after a wildly unhealthy weekend…
For our last meal in Chicago, we had a beautiful and bountiful spread of tacos at Big Star.
Tonight it’s back to my living room sofa with my regular Seamless sushi order, and I’m itching to get back into my New York routine… I’m not sure I own any clothes that aren’t wrinkled, in a suitcase, or at the bottom of a laundry basket at this point.
Everyone knows I have a big sloppy crush on New York summer, and I have not been doing an adequate job showing it how I really feel this year. In fact, the last weekend I was in town I think it was still sub-70 degrees. On the agenda this week: catching Philharmonic in the park, Queen of the Night, and a long overdue girls’ night out for my roommate’s birthday. And then you know it’ll be August before we all know it…