Jun 28 2008
Saturdays…
It’s getting kinda heavy around here, what with all the variable capital and whatnot. Let’s draw it back a bit with what we really do on Saturdays. Today we took a trip down to Millenium and Grant Parks for the Taste of Chicago Festival, a giant, week-long food and entertainment party courtesy of Richard Daley. Yum yums.
The day started with some quiet time on the back deck. Actually, it started with babygirl waking our asses up at 5:45, but you wouldn’t want to see pictures of that even if we had them.
Been down so long it looks like up to me…
We finally got it together and jumped on the Brown Line, arriving in time to catch a Wiggleworms set at the Child Pavilion, or whatever. babygirl did some dancing, some gettin’ down to the flo’, and some dual-instrumentation with maraca and tambourine. Roll, yo.
Because we were downtown, we had to pretend we were tourists and take all the standard tourist pics, again. In this picture of the bean, you might even catch sight of the whole Seven Red family if you look closely enough. Spladow.
But the real meat of the Taste of Chicago is the eatin’, and was there plenty. The basic set up is this: you buy tickets (12 for $8), and get either a meal size portion or a “taste” portion at one of a hundred restaurant booths. They also have multiple stages, beer and wine, cooking classes, and all manner of other activities. It’s pretty great. The meal portions’ll run you 8-10 tickets, while the taste portions are generally 3-4 tickets. A beer is 8-10 tickets, as is wine, etc. So, you expect the tasting portions to be relatively small, but they’re not. I think three tasting portions, depending on the vendor, should hold off most people as a lunch. I had a taco, a meatball sandwich, an empanada, catfish fritters, barbecue pulled turkey, lemon ice, and vanilla ice cream. In any case, here’s babygirl eating a tasting portion of ice cream.
But, finally, it was time to leave. Believe it or not, we did all this before 1:20, when we arrived back home just in time for babygirl’s nap time – really a miracle, considering.
Signs everywhere: the reign of the signifier (and the sans serif font). With the Art Institute in the background.
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