(Photo taken at the Ghirardelli store in downtown Chicago this afternoon.)
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Earthquake Sundae
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Chicago,
chocolate,
earthquake,
food,
Ghirardelli,
sundae
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
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.
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Beverly Shores,
dog,
Indiana,
Pippi
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.
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.
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Beverly Shores,
dog,
Indiana,
Pippi,
swimming
Monday, March 28, 2011
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.
Sunday, March 27, 2011
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.
The Façade Says It All
Friday, March 25, 2011
Quintessentially American
On Thursday night, my family and I went to Gene & Georgetti, a place my dad raves about, for dinner. We sat down and ordered what seemed like a reasonable quantity of food: an entrée each and some sides to share.
Then, our meal arrived. Seeing our shock at the shear quantity of it, the waiter joking said something about not wanting to send anyone home hungry. This kind of food was different from our standard restaurant fare. It wasn't served in delicate, artfully arranged, small portions, but rather in huge chunks and slabs. I'm sure that it must have taken an entire shopping bag full of spinach to make our sautéed side.
We left the restaurant with a big bag full of leftovers which, luckily, tasted just as good the next day.
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Chicago,
food,
Gene and Georgetti
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