Alex Bee—still saved as “Chives” in my phone from a long-forgotten inside joke (something about butler names…??)—is the best cousin. And was a Chicagoan long before I stepped foot in the city.
She was born here but had not been back long/old enough to try the infamous Chi liquor—malört—so we obviously had to fix a few things.
I simply cannot list everything we did because HELLOO we’re city dwellers and frolicked into the dawn hours only stopping for rooftop views and tourist pics. But Eataly, Brandon Flowers, the first scarf of the fall season, aunts and uncles, and chorizo-wrapped dates were all involved.
We also discovered we enjoy eating in the same type of style aka tapas/sharing /ordering-one-too-many-entrees-just-to-try-stuff—and if that’s not a truly perfect human to be related to, I don’t know what is.
Thanks for visiting, you espresso fiend. xoxo
THINGS WE ATE, PLACES WE DRANK: