i’ve thought long and hard about it and have come to the realization/conclusion that all of my good friends have a real passion for food. i have a theory that there is a linear relationship between how much you enjoy food and how much you enjoy life. i think there’s something to be said about taking real pleasure in something that you absolutely have to do everyday. if you have to eat several times a day, why not make it something that is communal, delicious, and a source of comfort? and if you’re going to host visitors, why not eat yourselves silly while catching up, drinking, and ogling a baby?
our streak of friends in town and lots of eating together continues.
two weekends ago, miss wog extended a work trip by a day so she could hang out and catch up in person. our history of eating together goes back to high school, takes us through college (we went to the same college and ate so SO much mexican food together), trips abroad (where, of course, we ate ourselves silly), to some overlap time spent together in the bay area. we made a promise to each other that if we ever live in the same area, we must eat together once a week. it was pretty impressive during that overlap time - she was in san jose, i was in san francisco - and yet we managed to make the trip to share our weekly meal together.
for her visit, matt, emmett, and i took her out to the trencherman and to chinatown for dim sum and boba. we also had some stan’s donuts and delicious argentinian and german food at a world cup viewing party. somewhere squeezed in there were walks around the neighborhood, dance parties for emmett, and plenty of catching up about all the things that have happened in our lives since the last time we ate together.
then, this past weekend, my oldest friend came to town. my older brother and uncle thid’s older sister went to preschool together which means we’ve known each other since we were younger than one year old. we also went to preschool together, k-8 school together, high school together, and lived together for two years in san francisco. he is relentlessly curious about different foods and is open to eating anything and everything.
we asked uncle thid what he wanted to do while he was here. his answer was - eat disgustingly delicious food, relax, tool around town, hang out with emmett. easy. we basically used food exploration as a means for exploring chicago. we played ping pong/ate fried chicken/drank too much at parson’s, wandered all around maxwell street market sampling all kinds of awesome mexican food, went to not one but two beach bbqs, ate italian food in andersonville, had biscuits and pie at bang bang, ate tacos and chips and guacamole at big star, ate fried chicken pizza and mac and cheese pizza at dimo’s, had stan’s donuts, and even got some good old fashioned red hots in there. it was, in a word, awesome.