Because my commute home took THREE HOURS!!
THREE HOURS!!
Because my commute home took THREE HOURS!!
THREE HOURS!!
As readers of this blog are well aware, I am a fan of Molly’s Cupcakes. Well, over the weekend, my loyalty was tested by another Chicago cupcake joint, Sweet Mandy B’s. (Sorry, I couldn’t find an actual website for them)
I was a little nervous that the place would actually be good and then it would test my loyalty. As we were walking in I said, “Best case for me, this place totally sucks.” Unfortunately (or fortunately) the place did not in fact totally suck. Quite the opposite actually, it was quite delicious!
It is really hard to compare the two places though. They had slightly different vibes. Sweet Mandy B’s was busier, with less seating and with a lot of other options besides cupcakes (like cookies for example). I don’t think you can make your own cupcakes like you can at Molly’s. They didn’t have swings either. As far as I could tell they don’t really put any frosting or filling inside the cupcake the way they do at Molly’s. It did seem to be a little cheaper, which isn’t anything to scoff at. The strangest thing that made it hard to compare the two was that there was actually very little overlap in the cupcakes they offered! Both places have maybe 10 types of cupcakes so you would think they would overlap significantly, but they really didn’t.
The first cupcake I tried was the Turtle because it looked the most similar to the Ron Bennington. But in actuality they were nothing alike because the Turtle doesn’t have any peanut butter, which is the main ingredient in the Ron Bennington. However, I have to say, I may have preferred the Turtle! That is only due to the fact that I am not as much of a peanut butter fan as some people may be. So I’m not saying the Turtle is a better cupcake, I’m only saying that I personally (may) prefer it.
You know, this brings up another point. It is hard to compare cupcakes because whatever cupcake you are currently eating is automatically the most delicious cupcake ever. So the reality of the current cupcake competes with the faded memory of the past cupcake, which isn’t really a fair comparison. That is why I can’t say whether the only cupcake I tried that is actually found at both places (Red Velvet) was better or worse at Sweet Mandy B’s. It was delicious, but so was the one at Molly’s.
Anyway, I also really liked the Snickerdoodle and Sara declared that the Cherry Almond cupcake was the greatest cupcake EVAR. It was extremely tasty. The only disappointment was the regular vanilla cupcake. With all the other choices you have, I’d say don’t bother.
So, unfortunately, I now no longer have a go-to cupcake place. I still have a special place in my heart for Molly’s; you never forget your first love. Choosing between delicious cupcake places…my life is hard. 😦
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In addition to Sweet Molly B’s, we went to another Chicago restaurant, Minnies. Their gimmick is that they have tiny sandwichs. So instead of ordering one sandwich, you order maybe three. My favorite was the Pesto Chicken. I also tried the Reuben and the Club. The Club was pretty good, but about what you would expect. The Reuben was decidedly blah. The BBQ Pulled Pork was actually really good. It was sweeter than I expected, but still good.
While there I saw on the menu that they had Dublin Dr. Pepper. For those not in the know, that is the only Dr. Pepper bottling plant that still uses the original Dr. Pepper recipe with real sugar. Being a Dr. Pepper fan, of course I had to try that. At first I was worried that it would just taste the same and be lame. When I drank it I thought it tasted different, but only later did I realize it was probably because it was regular and I am used to diet! So maybe there is no difference, I don’t know.
So, all in all, the restaurant was okay, but it was kind of expensive for what you got (that Dr. Pepper was $5).
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Contrast that with the May Street Cafe where I had I think the best prepared fish I have ever tasted in my entire life. Salmon, delicious and perfectly cooked. I would absolutely recommend this place to anybody. We got there right when they opened so nobody was around at all. In fact, we were the only customers the entire time we were there. I hope they get busy later because it would be sad if a great little place like that closed down because they never got any customers. Out around the parking lot they grow flowers to put on the tables and they even have a little herb garden to grow some of the ingredients. The one knock against the place was that they didn’t have a highchair (it was kind of a fancy place). However, it turns out they had something better!
Keep in mind this is not the first time this has happened. Whenever we go to a Mexican restaurant, everybody is quick to fall in love with Evie. (Okay, whenever we go anywhere) Because it is a very family oriented culture, they just love to make a big deal over babies. So what you have to do is go really early when the restaurant first opens so that there are no other customers. Then the staff is happy to take your baby and carry her all around the restaurant and introduce her to people and show her all the pictures, etc. leaving you to eat in peace! I’m telling you, the first time it happened it kind of freaked me out, but now I love it. They are so nice and they kept her occupied the entire time, even though that meant showing her the picture of the fishy like 20 times and giving her little boxes of Chiclets to use as maracas.
So, two thumbs up to the May Street Cafe, one for food and one for service!
Quite the foodie weekend!
Sara had just gotten Evie down to bed when this crazy sounding, incredibly loud siren started going off. It seemed very close to our house but I couldn’t see anything out the windows…anything that is except for an almost continuous string of lightning flashes. We quickly looked up the weather and saw there was a tornado in our area. In downtown Chicago! Headed for Navy Pier! Crazy. We were watching out the window and it was getting very ominous and scary. Finally, we grabbed a sleeping Evie and hoofed it to the basement. It is really lightning like crazy and the siren (which had gone off for a while) came back on. Scary!
Add that to the beautiful, perfect lightning strike I saw hit the antenna of the Sears Tower this morning on the way to work and this has been quite a day for weather!
The neighborhood blogs I read love to have “fish out of water” stories about white people moving to an all black neighborhood, particularly ChiKat and I Hate My Developer. Sure I feel awkward sometimes and sure people treat me slightly differently or give me funny looks now and again. There have been times when I wanted to explain to someone that I actually live in the neighborhood. But nothing worth telling anybody about has ever happened to me. Mostly things are sideways glances or other types of things that I could have just misunderstood, although I suspect I did not.
Today however, something decidedly odd happened. I was walking over to the garden this morning and I heard someone speaking very loudly behind me. An elderly black gentleman in an old beat up pickup was asking someone for directions and I could hear the man saying he didn’t live in the neighborhood so he wasn’t sure. The man drove a little ways forward and asked the next person walking. That person told him he didn’t know either. The man then drove right past me without slowing and asked the next person who pointed him in the correct direction.
So there were 4 people walking and he asked all 3 of the others for directions (who all happened to be black), but pointedly skipped me. I don’t know if he just didn’t feel comfortable talking to me or if he just assumed I couldn’t possibly live in the neighborhood and therefore wouldn’t be able to help. I was actually anticipating him stopping to ask me and I was already hoping I would be able to help him out (I never actually heard the name of the street he was looking for). I certainly wasn’t offended or anything that he didn’t stop, but it was certainly very odd.
Imagine receiving a letter or video of your grandma 10 years after she died, a surprise visit from a departed loved one, if you will. Sweet? Possibly. Creepy? Most likely. Opening up deep psychological wounds you thought long closed? Most definitely! Unfortunately, they review your letters, so you can’t just drop bombs on your family after you are dead and clear of retaliation. “Dear son, your father wasn’t really your father. Just kidding. Or was I? I guess you’ll never know! -Grandma” Fortunately you can ask specifically for a male or female reviewer. I suppose that opens the door for nudie pics of grandma from beyond the grave? I think I’ll stick with email.
That was another great link courtesy InteractiveReader, who is clearly my #1 contributor. I could pretty much just let her write the blog at this point, despite the fact that her own blog kicks my henie in hits.
Speaking of contributors and fellow bloggers, I’d like to highlight this excellent post over on MegDesk. Especially (perhaps only) if you are a computer programmer, you will enjoy the quotes. I actually read all 202 quotes in the links, but the abbreviated version in the blog post is good enough. My favorite quote:
Always code as if the guy who ends up maintaining your code will be a violent psychopath who knows where you live.
– Martin Golding
Another interesting link for you Chicagoans out there, check out EveryBlock. You put in your zip code and you can find out all sorts of news, reviews, approved permits, crimes and even filmings in your area! It is quite interesting, although it can be a little too much information. That link was courtesy fellow Woodlawn blogger I Hate My Developer. Check out her blog for a compelling story about how much a bad developer really effects a person, an association, and ultimately a community as well as wealth of information on how to become a super sleuth on tracking down information! If I ever needed a private eye I would hire her. I’m telling you though, after reading her blog I sure feel like we really got lucky with our condo. I had no idea about the possible pitfalls, etc. and I certainly didn’t ask all the right questions.
Finally, I will leave you with something that makes me laugh and simultaneously blows my mind with horribleness. To summaraize, the EPA was ordered by the Supreme Court to determine if greenhouse gases were dangerous. After studies were performed they determined that they were and immediate action was required. They sent an email to the President who then refused to open the email! As if not opening the email was some loophole by which the issue would be resolved. You have to admit, if it wasn’t such a serious issue, it would be hilarious. What’s next, throwing the report on his desk and yelling, “No backsies!” I read about this story through the NY Times, but Sara received it through a blog she reads, Treehugger. Their versionwas decidedly more tongue in cheek, bearing the headline, “Bush Administration Puts Hands Over Eyes, Chants LaLaLa I Can’t Hear You!” and this picture:
