Wells waking us by calling out, ‘Dad! Mama! Dad!’ from his crib (first time for this)
Brioche french toast with berries at Fuel
Pompom hats (Fitz’s dates back to 1985)
A little fencing project
Storing outdoor furniture for the winter
Theo turning into a pup-sicle
(our minds were running on the same frequency)
Also…Chicago; location was mandatory
Longman & Eagle had been on the radar and they opened at 9am
Easy option, done deal (and the cleanest high chairs I had ever seen)
Me + mini man shared a market omelet: simple ingredients, heavenly flavors
English peas, morel mushrooms, mascarpone cheese sided with field greens
Fitz was so enamored with the menu that he ate one breakfast, and then ordered some Sunny Side Duck Egg Hash to go.
In conclusion, I loved everyone and everything, to no one’s surprise.
As for now, we’re taking a quick pause for some Sunday downtime before heading off to a wedding shower this evening. Maybe a run, maybe a nap, maybe a sleeping puppydog on my lap.
(*That bottom pic of Wells reminds me of that scene from that Reese Witherspoon movie where she’s all like, “You have a baby…in a bar!”)
Brunch + Book of Mormon + Magnolia + city strolling with my love = Christmas gift concluded
Now home to Sir Wellington and Theodore the Hound (if we are dressed fancy, then they shall be fancy too).
Happy Sunday, indeed.
Sunday brunch at Table 52. Savoring warm Low Country shrimp and grits was pretty much the best way to kick off this week.
And when Fitz ordered a side of the mac-n-cheese fresh from the wood burning oven, all was right in the world.
In making the transition from city girl to suburban mama, I knew that I would have to make some concessions. Primarily…dining out. No matter which way you slice it, suburban spots just don’t offer up the diverse assortment of culinary delights that urban eateries do.
And that is okay.
It gives me a reason to go back to the city I love.
BUT…maybe times are changing?
Because Guildhall just opened up, and I think I’m in love. We dined there this evening, and I am giddy with happiness over the potential that lay ahead.
Crudo (Hamachi, Japanese citrus, Granny Smith Apple, Jalapeno)
Homemade Ricotta Cavatelli (Spinach, Lemon, Hickory Nuts, Parmesan)
Imported Burrata (housemade giardiniera, country toast)
Guildhall burger (House-Ground Beef, Bacon, Carmelized Onion, Morbier Cheese, Whole Grain Mustard, Pretzel Bun, Hand Cut Pommes Frites)
Bread basket selections, multi-grain crackers, Havarti cheese, organic Whole Milk
The service is typical of a restaurant that just opened- overeager, attentive, and a tad nervous. No big deal, that will mellow into a sweet groove with time. But the vibe is undeniably cool and chic, and the food stands strong. The bright, airy decor gets a solid A. I loved the white-washed beams, huge pink hydrangeas on the bar, espresso-wood floors, open-air kitchen (with seating), and crisp white trim. Price points are very fair- neither too casual nor too extravagent. And once this spot hits their stride? I’m confident it will be most coveted.
We were able to chat with some of the owners and managers, both of whom were exceedingly gracious and excited. We walked out with full bellies, smiles on our faces, and hope moving forward. Looking ahead to brunches (starting in May), salads + wine, that unbelievable milk chocolate creameaux, special occasions, and enthusiastic recommendations to our neighbors and friends…
Welcome to Glencoe, Guildhall. Stay awhile!
The trifecta is in full effect this morning at Fuel, a local brunch spot in Wilmette.
The fresh OJ and prosecco mimosas were sooo tempting, but given that Superbowl feasting awaits, we’ll stick with water + juice+ caffeine for now.
5 minutes of quiet (Taken with Instagram)
We had friends and kiddos over for brunch today. Sort of a late suburban housewarming + meet our cute baby gathering.
Meals with kids is kind of comical. There is a lot of baby bouncing, multi-tasking, and half a dozen conversations coming and going as we try to keep up with little ones and interact with big ones. It can be hectic but it’s still wonderful, even when I had to dash out mid-doughnut chewing to nurse my son upstairs.
When dirty dishes were in the sink, strollers put away, park retreat concluded, and friends hugged and kissed, I stole a quick moment to sip on some coffee while my son jumped in his Jump-a-roo and my husband gave our dog a bath (he wiggled and rolled in the sand pit to his heart’s delight).
And just like the hectic morning…it was wonderful.
Also it should be noted that my doughnut was from Bleeding Heart Bakery, a gift from our visiting friends. OMG, they blew my mind!!!