Beginning August 1, Mr. Man and I made the decision to start eating at home more... a lot more. Unabashedly, being a childless couple that makes a decent living, we generally eat out almost every day. Almost every meal. Not only was the restaurant/bar bill daunting, but daily meals filled with ...
Dinner at Walton Street
A couple of years ago, while in Chicago in the Spring, we managed to get ourselves squeezed into Gemini in Lincoln Park for dinner at their grand reopening, and immediately fell in love. The service and atmosphere were amazing, but consistently outdone by the amazing food. When we got wind that ...
Lunch at Willow Room
Just a block above North Avenue in Chicago's Lincoln Park lies a neat and unassuming yellow brick building. Crisp, black trim circles the first floor facade, and minimal window dressing reads, "Willow Rm" in a slight gold script. This is Willow Room, a happy eatery I've been stalking on Instagram ...
On the 4th
We know by now that I'm very much averse to red, white, and blue everything on the 4th. 30-something years of star-spangled birthdays have made me lean towards a more toned-down color combo for my celebrations each year. Whether there's a gorgeous blue and white tablescape or an all-red flower ...
Terzo Piano
We've become an old, married couple.
There. I've said it.
Keep in mind that the Mister and I aren't married. Nor are we old. Well.... not that old, at least. We're closer to social security than sorority parties, sure, but we can still hang. If we aren't listening to Yo-Yo Ma on Sunday ...
Makeready L&L
There's nothing more convenient when one is traveling than finding sleep in a hotel that houses a fantastic restaurant. From knowing that midnight dessert is just a phone call away to the convenience of running a few floors down for dinner in a snowstorm, hotel eateries are where it's at, in this ...
Dinner at NoMad’s Parlour
It's been over a week now, and I can still taste the foie gras, feel myself snuggled into the red velvet armchairs...
On our second night in New York, it was decided that a fancy-schmancy dinner was in order (this was also due to the fact that neither a sleepy dinner at our hotel the night ...
Another Note on Breakfast
I'm not sure how it started.
Actually, that's a lie. I know exactly how it started. November 8th, while perusing an open house at a local plastic surgeon's office, I elected to have a B12 injection. Not believing that I'd be affected by such a thing, I was more than surprised when, two ...
Apple-y Ever After….
Usually, at 8pm or so on Friday nights, you can find Bryan and I snuggled up to the bar at Red Hog, the still sort-of-new butcher shop-slash-restaurant in Louisville’s Crescent Hill neighborhood. We’ve fallen in love with the little spot, mesmerized at watching Bob, the owner, singlehandedly ...
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