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muckefuckOverall, I would say the weekend was a good blend of at-home and out-and-about (unlike last year, which was much too heavy on the at-home) and if not for a poor decision or two on Sunday night, I'd be rested and refreshed today. But I got to bed late on the 1st (or, technically, very early on the 2nd) and put off the laundry until after dinner last night, so I'm so alternately sleepwalking and getting annoyed with my supernice summer worker for no damn reason.
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monshu's which I decided to complicate by including Nuphy. Due to the rain, we initially weren't able to go up to Gene's rooftop Biergarten. I was fine with waiting, but Nuphy, who had skipped breakfast and been fixated on Königsberger Klopse since I first mentioned the outing to him, dragged us all into the Brauhaus for gloppy food and worse music. I got the Kartoffelpuffer because they were cheap and inoffensive (tasty, but not too greasy). Judging from the Old Man's Rouladen, it seems the secret to dining there is to avoid anything with a sauce.
Afterwards, the sun was out and I got my Bier und Wurst im Freien after all. Then we worked our way down to the meat counter, picking up honey, jam, pasta, bread, and biscuits on the way down. The bread was rye from Bruno's and now I can say it deserves its fame. Neither of us felt like another full meal that night (stopping off at Paciugo's for gelato and sorbetto didn't exactly help make room), so we adorned it with some cervelat and Westphalian ham and were well satisfied with that. We did the same thing yesterday evening, with the addition of some Hoch Ybrig from F&O. The rest of the meats we picked up--sausages and smoked loin--went into a choucroute garnie for Sunday. The Old Man tried out a new version which was simmered stovetop, resulting in a very tasty gravy.
At the beach on Sunday I had my first and last paleto of the summer, vanilla coated in Oreo cookie crumbs. It very soon proved to be a questionable choice and when I askedgopower to inspect my beard for damage, he helpfully replied, "It's difficult to tell what's ice cream and what's just grey." So I ultimately trudged off to the restrooms for a beard rinsing. (More than one person asked me why I didn't simply splash some lake water on it; I'm guessing they haven't ever gone an entire afternoon with the scent of Chicago's shoreline mere millimetres from their nostrils.)
Even though I didn't get invited to any barbecues, it was been a good food weekend and would've been a better one if not for some annoying tummy trouble. This almost scuppered our trip to Lincoln Square on Saturday, a brainchild of
monshu's which I decided to complicate by including Nuphy. Due to the rain, we initially weren't able to go up to Gene's rooftop Biergarten. I was fine with waiting, but Nuphy, who had skipped breakfast and been fixated on Königsberger Klopse since I first mentioned the outing to him, dragged us all into the Brauhaus for gloppy food and worse music. I got the Kartoffelpuffer because they were cheap and inoffensive (tasty, but not too greasy). Judging from the Old Man's Rouladen, it seems the secret to dining there is to avoid anything with a sauce.Afterwards, the sun was out and I got my Bier und Wurst im Freien after all. Then we worked our way down to the meat counter, picking up honey, jam, pasta, bread, and biscuits on the way down. The bread was rye from Bruno's and now I can say it deserves its fame. Neither of us felt like another full meal that night (stopping off at Paciugo's for gelato and sorbetto didn't exactly help make room), so we adorned it with some cervelat and Westphalian ham and were well satisfied with that. We did the same thing yesterday evening, with the addition of some Hoch Ybrig from F&O. The rest of the meats we picked up--sausages and smoked loin--went into a choucroute garnie for Sunday. The Old Man tried out a new version which was simmered stovetop, resulting in a very tasty gravy.
At the beach on Sunday I had my first and last paleto of the summer, vanilla coated in Oreo cookie crumbs. It very soon proved to be a questionable choice and when I asked
gopower to inspect my beard for damage, he helpfully replied, "It's difficult to tell what's ice cream and what's just grey." So I ultimately trudged off to the restrooms for a beard rinsing. (More than one person asked me why I didn't simply splash some lake water on it; I'm guessing they haven't ever gone an entire afternoon with the scent of Chicago's shoreline mere millimetres from their nostrils.)