Sometimes Chicago feels more like home than home does. So many great memories, friends. Truly some of the best places to eat in the world. Always something fun to do, and certainly always fun to make.
Flew in early and took a nap at Hansen’s. Met a friend in Wicker for some snacks, made it to Victory Lap, then met for happy hour. Dinner at Mott St. with Wayne and Peanuts. Amar was hanging too. Woke up Saturday and took a cruise to Kevin McCallister’s home in Winnetka, and lunch at Band of Bomehia, the country’s first (and I believe still the only) Michelin star’d brewery. Had a night for the record books Saturday, when Eric and I pretended to be our best celebrity chefs as we prepped food aside culinary masters for the Charlie Trotter Gala. Shout out to Richie Farina et all for some tips, hospitality, and trusting us to taste four figure bottles of wine to ensure they weren’t sour, and good enough for the wealthy guests.