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Nov. 4th, 2006 07:38 pmBack again! I did a run down to Illinois Ave, which is a pretty funky street, the sidewalk is at a permanent angle and often passes under other streets for long stretches. You'd think, to judge by their appearance, that they'd smell like most underpasses, a mixture of trash, cigarettes, and piss (not to put it too gently or anything) but most of them smelled absolutely wonderful -- the longest one is under a Dominick's grocery store and smells of fresh bread.
I was headed to Fox & Obel, which...holy crap. I've found Mecca, and it sells Hob Nobs.
It's a smallish store, comparatively, but it manages to cram in a restaurant (out of my price range right now, alas), cheese counter, deli, butcher's table, produce stand, sweet shop, and wine cellar. I was literally openmouthed for the first ten minutes I spent there. I was there on a mission to acquire a fruitcake for some Chicago expats, but alas the fruitcakes don't come in for another month and a half. I contented myself with a bottle of sparkling water and some "pumpkin cheesecake caramels" which are smallish caramels in a hard shell, not quite like humbugs but delicious all the same. Foodie eden!
Also, I have decided that "chicagoan" is a stupid word. From now on I am a Chicagono, plural Chicagonos, like Poconos.
Fox & Obel was goal one of two, two being Shaw's "You Never Can Tell" at a theatre just south of Old Town. I wasn't expecting it to be a reading (instead of a full-on production) but I wasn't disappointed at all -- it's a witty play and the actors were well-directed, so it was quite enjoyable anyway. There were one or two things I'd have done differently, but then I think if you put thirty theatre professionals in a room and showed them a play directed by Dionysos himself they'd probably each have had something they'd do differently, and they'd all have something different.
It was quite a sensory day, really. We should all be so lucky as to have good food, good theatre, fresh air, and no lower back pain.
(I stole that last part from Stephen King.)
I was headed to Fox & Obel, which...holy crap. I've found Mecca, and it sells Hob Nobs.
It's a smallish store, comparatively, but it manages to cram in a restaurant (out of my price range right now, alas), cheese counter, deli, butcher's table, produce stand, sweet shop, and wine cellar. I was literally openmouthed for the first ten minutes I spent there. I was there on a mission to acquire a fruitcake for some Chicago expats, but alas the fruitcakes don't come in for another month and a half. I contented myself with a bottle of sparkling water and some "pumpkin cheesecake caramels" which are smallish caramels in a hard shell, not quite like humbugs but delicious all the same. Foodie eden!
Also, I have decided that "chicagoan" is a stupid word. From now on I am a Chicagono, plural Chicagonos, like Poconos.
Fox & Obel was goal one of two, two being Shaw's "You Never Can Tell" at a theatre just south of Old Town. I wasn't expecting it to be a reading (instead of a full-on production) but I wasn't disappointed at all -- it's a witty play and the actors were well-directed, so it was quite enjoyable anyway. There were one or two things I'd have done differently, but then I think if you put thirty theatre professionals in a room and showed them a play directed by Dionysos himself they'd probably each have had something they'd do differently, and they'd all have something different.
It was quite a sensory day, really. We should all be so lucky as to have good food, good theatre, fresh air, and no lower back pain.
(I stole that last part from Stephen King.)
