NATO is slowly ruining our lives.
Despite the fact that the conference does not begin for a full 24-hours AFTER we leave Chicago, the city has preemptively shut down the museums, the double-decker bus tours, and, well, almost everything. Officers toting clubs and bullet-proof vests are stationed outside anywhere we wish to go, and we are slowly becoming disgruntled with the entire situation.
|"Land of the Free" Means LET US TAKE A BUS TOUR|
"Hi, are you open today?"
(with obvious diner noise in the background) "Yes...."
"Do you have cinnamon rolls?"
(pause) "Honey, OF COURSE we have cinnamon rolls."
|If She Worked at Avec, She Would Have Followed Up This Comment with "Duh"|
"Why didn't you warn me?!" Ginger demands.
"I thought you were just making sure they were open. I didn't realize you were planning on going into a whole line of questioning."
|After All, How Would You Interpret the Phrase, "I'm Going to Call and See If They're Open"?|
|Feel Free to Hand Over the Whole Tray|
|Meaning They're Probably from New Jersey Originally|
|To Confirm, This Is the Serving Size of a SIDE DISH|
|Although Not Really, Because Half the Town Hates Us|
"Well, that's two," she says, pointing to the next table over, where a family sits around heaping plates of pastry goodness.
|Ann Sather: Where Arteries Go to Die|
And at last, we have found a 5 star Chicago dish.
|At Last Our Love Has Come Along|
|Dear Ann Sather, Please Move to NYC|
|Is This the Type of Establishment Where Licking One's Plate Is Frowned Upon?|
And with those cinnamon rolls, Chicago has finally crept its way into 5 star Best Thing I Ever Ate territory. And we didn't even need a cocktail first.
Ann Sather's Cinnamon Rolls: 5 stars*
*Certifiable Best Thing We Ever Ate