chicago bar people rule
After picking up my cats from Mom and Dads house, I scampered home only to turn around and head right back out the door. I met up with Todd for dinner at La Donna and stuffed myself with risotto laced with ground beef, onions, and cheese. STUFFED!
La Donna is so delicious. I forget about it all the time, but when I remember I get terribly excited by how delish it will be. Todd had a gnocchi dish with a tomato sauce. I chose a Cusimano Syrah and it seemed to go well with everything.
I’m not a wine whore, but I am learning from Julia how to begin pairing wines with food. That may sound snobbish, but seriously, when you do it right, the whole experience is INCREDIBLE.
That’s Julia Child by the way.
From there we went to Madrigal’s and were met by Ted, who is really such an incredibly artistic and fun guy. Actually, they both are great guys, and we tipped the strippers and sipped our tipples until the wee hours of the morning.
Damn. I love hanging out with confident, artistic, and S T A B L E Gay men. It’s so rare to hang out with guys who are comfortable in their own skin, much less ones who are blessed with the gift of the gab. And both Todd and Ted are smart, handsome, and conversationalists.
Somehow we ended up at Jackhammer, but the karaoke was grating on us, so we went to the touchy…I mean Touche and sat in the back room drinking and discussing the virtues of cleaning your plumbing. I won’t go into details, but it was fun. There was barely anyone in the joint, so it was low key.
Damn I love Chicago. And damn I love Chicago bar people. We’re a unique breed.