Out on the Town

Last weekend, after dinner in Juban, we encountered these lovely items just chilling on the sidewalk. I wonder what happened to their owner...

Their Maiden Voyage

New shoes. Cranberry converses. Especially when the only shoes you thought to take after fleeing an earthquake-struck Japan were colossal hiking boots, what could be better?

Earthquake Sundae

Observe the final offering on the sundae menu. In light of recent events it is a little close to home, to say the least. However, were it not for the fact that the dessert cost $30, and was therefore most likely quite large, I certainly would have sampled it.

(Photo taken at the Ghirardelli store in downtown Chicago this afternoon.)

Smells Like Summer

After Pippi's little Lake escapade (see Pippi Hits the Beach), we ventured up to our house to take a peek.

Inside, it was toasty and warm. The light spilling in through the windows was stunning. It smelled of sand, sunscreen, and lake water: summer.

As you can see, Pippi made herself quite at home.

Pippi Hits the Beach

Yesterday, we decided to take a break from the city and drove up to Beverly Shores, Indiana, a town at the southern tip of Lake Michigan that we always frequent during the summer.

It was a beautiful day. Beautiful, but windy and freezing.

But even that didn't stop Pippi from making a beeline for the beach and jumping right into the water. Luckily, she realized pretty quickly that that was not such a smart idea and retreated from the waterfront a bit shaken.

Nonetheless, she wasn't shaken enough to have lost interest in 'Drop and Bark' (a variation on your average game of 'fetch' involving a rather impatient little dog with no interest in bringing her tennis ball all the way back to the designated thrower).

Baby Driver

Pippi likes to be in charge. Yesterday, this quality manifest itself when she took the wheel and was not easily convinced to relinquish it.

Perfectly Singed

We've been meaning to try 'Coal Fire' since last summer and finally had an opportunity to last night. The room was crowded with red jerseys, hats, and other paraphernalia. Everyone there except for us seemed to be grabbing a pre-Bulls Game bite to eat.

Our thin, perfectly singed pies were placed atop large steel cans so as not to crowd our table unnecessarily.

This is one of the two pizzas we orders. A white pizza topped with basil and ricotta, it was amazingly light and delectable. I would probably choose this one over our margarita, though I admit it would be a very tough call.