With 24 hours and some change left in Chicago, we only had one day to get through the rest of the places on our, errrr – mostly food, itinerary. Please don’t judge us… we had to do it.
Glazed and Infused where I got a sprinkled donut and a dirty chai and Michael got the chocolate 4: chocolate donut with chocolate ganache and white and dark chocolate curls. Not sure how he powered through after that without a nap, but he did it. After breakfast, we walked around Magnificent Mile for a bit, [I] took pictures of a basketball signed by Stephen Curry (my favorite), and window shopped for a couple of hours before we stumbled across a women’s rights protest at the end of the street. No idea what was really happening, but we witnessed a lot of half naked people, a lot of crazy religious activists, and a lot of screaming women. They ended up marching along Mag Mile and caused an insane amount of traffic, all while Michael and I just kind of watched from the sidewalk since neither of us had really seen anything like it before. We made a stop at Eataly, which I had heard was worth a visit, even though it was insanely touristy. I just wanted to know that the Nutella bar does in fact exist. Once I saw this in person, we left empty-handed and were off to Siena Tavern for lunch. It literally took me 30 minutes to decide on what to eat, but I ordered the burger (cheddar, grilled onion, smoked grain mustard, crispy kale, oven dried tomato on brioche) and the “no. 2 cocktail” (grey goose, blueberry lavender, lemon, peach, prosecco, bitters) while Michael got the chicken sandwich (crispy pancetta bacon, smoked mozzarella, arugula, sliced tomato, piquillo pepper aioli.)
Oh look… time to eat again. We were headed back to Millennium Park to try and catch the sunset at the Bean when we walked past Garrett’s Popcorn. My friend Laura, who is never wrong when it comes to food, made a big fuss about how we needed to try the Garrett’s Mix, which is caramel corn mixed with cheese corn and sounds absolutely disgusting. We trusted her word so much that when they had sold out of the caramel, we stood in line for nearly 20 minutes waiting for a new batch. Luckily, the wait was worth it and we shoveled popcorn in our faces at the Bean before catching an uber back to the apartment to get ready… to eat again.
We figured we’d go out with a bang and try a real Chicago deep dish pizza on our final night so we headed to the flagship Lou Malnati’s after a couple of suggestions. I don’t even want to talk about how I wore my white skinny jeans and therefore didn’t really feel like stuffing my face, but it was one of the best pizzas I’ve ever had and looking back, I wish I had maybe worn some yoga pants and eaten more. The more you know…
A CUPCAKE ATM. I knew that Sprinkles had one of these but I didn’t even think of one being in Chicago, nor did I even think about being close to it while we were there. I squealed like a little kid and we shamelessly stood in line at midnight and I have never been happier. I’m sure Michael feels the same.
Now that we had officially eaten our way through Chitown, we were ready to go home. Sunday was rainy and disgusting and made the trip back home a little easier to handle. In the effort of being honest and realizing that I could never be a food blogger: yes, we got more Garrett’s mix at the airport.
This trip was short but exactly what we needed to get away from Richmond for a few days. To my ever-so-patient boyfriend: thank you for carrying my overpacked bag through the airport, letting me plan the entire weekend without wanting to throw me from the 95th floor window, and for being the person I can share these adventures with.
If you came back to read about our final day in Chicago, thank you for thinking my life is interesting enough to do a day by day breakdown. I always love reading “day in the life” posts from other bloggers but I also think my level of nosiness is a little higher than the average Joe. If you came back looking for pictures of pizza, I’m sorry for letting you down.