Feb. 7th, 2009 10:37 pm
How we lost a horse: Part 3
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muckefuckSo what did we end up doing with ourselves today? We started walking. I knew that the Clybourn Corridor wasn't far away, and it was a lovely sunny day, so we charted a path through the shrunken piles of black snow-grit and pools of brackish meltwater and eventually ended up in Yuppie Central. Scarcely had the Starbucks multiplied when I spotted a pâtisserie and reminded ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
monshu of a previously-voiced interest in pastry. So we squeezed in next to a bridezilla and her party and did Kaffee und Kuchen. The Old Man had flourless chocolate cake topped with chocolate mousse and I had a tropical fruit cream atop a coconut cookie. Marvelous!
We poked into various furniture stores as we trended south, but we failed to find anything worth buying until we hit BB&B and found one of the microwave vegetables steamer our friends have been urging us to invest in. Then came the real destination of our little bout of retail therapy. Ever sincemonshu bought that wine cooler, I've been anxious to find some bottles to put in it. And the best place in Chicago we know to look for wine is Sam's.
I hope that will be true a year from now. When we found the stock run down on our last trip, we naturally assumed it was the result of holiday binging. But when I asked an employee about it, he reminded me that that never would've happened in the old days. It seems Sam's has been bought up by a nameless, faceless corporation and they don't seem to have the hang of the business yet. We both expressed dismay lest it lose its cachet as your best bet to find the weird stuff you can't get anywhere else in Chicago.
So no sloe gin for me. (No patxaran either, but your man assures me that's a distributor issue.) No high-end albariño for Mr More Money Than Taste in Spanish wine section either. They at least had the Nora, though, which will do. Needless to say, no Arbanta either, butmonshu was gratified to find the Cuvée le Bec he'd had recently and loved.
At this point, we found ourselves fading and cabbed it back home to find the carpet still soaked, but the wet spread no further. Dinner was leftovers; I was thrilled to discover a bit of the prepared sauerkraut from last month. And then there was the half-bottle of organic scrumpy left over from our visit to Uncommon Ground when I was at my lowest earlier in the week. (Kudos toniemandsrose for alerting me to the brand.) I added a couple jiggers of Bombay Sapphire to it to make Devon gin, but I daresay it wasn't as satisfying as the plum tea with Calavados I had as an aperitif.
That and a few episodes of Q.I. pirated to YouTube. What else does it really take to make me happy?
monshu of a previously-voiced interest in pastry. So we squeezed in next to a bridezilla and her party and did Kaffee und Kuchen. The Old Man had flourless chocolate cake topped with chocolate mousse and I had a tropical fruit cream atop a coconut cookie. Marvelous!We poked into various furniture stores as we trended south, but we failed to find anything worth buying until we hit BB&B and found one of the microwave vegetables steamer our friends have been urging us to invest in. Then came the real destination of our little bout of retail therapy. Ever since
monshu bought that wine cooler, I've been anxious to find some bottles to put in it. And the best place in Chicago we know to look for wine is Sam's.I hope that will be true a year from now. When we found the stock run down on our last trip, we naturally assumed it was the result of holiday binging. But when I asked an employee about it, he reminded me that that never would've happened in the old days. It seems Sam's has been bought up by a nameless, faceless corporation and they don't seem to have the hang of the business yet. We both expressed dismay lest it lose its cachet as your best bet to find the weird stuff you can't get anywhere else in Chicago.
So no sloe gin for me. (No patxaran either, but your man assures me that's a distributor issue.) No high-end albariño for Mr More Money Than Taste in Spanish wine section either. They at least had the Nora, though, which will do. Needless to say, no Arbanta either, but
monshu was gratified to find the Cuvée le Bec he'd had recently and loved.At this point, we found ourselves fading and cabbed it back home to find the carpet still soaked, but the wet spread no further. Dinner was leftovers; I was thrilled to discover a bit of the prepared sauerkraut from last month. And then there was the half-bottle of organic scrumpy left over from our visit to Uncommon Ground when I was at my lowest earlier in the week. (Kudos to
niemandsrose for alerting me to the brand.) I added a couple jiggers of Bombay Sapphire to it to make Devon gin, but I daresay it wasn't as satisfying as the plum tea with Calavados I had as an aperitif.That and a few episodes of Q.I. pirated to YouTube. What else does it really take to make me happy?
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