A Baller Restaurant

Yesterday, DK and I planned yet another beautiful Chicago day around what we planned to eat. The Green City Market, one of America's best farmer's market, takes up residence bi-weekly at the Peggy Notebaert Nature Museum in Lincoln Park, Chicago. We go every weekend when it's outside during the summer, and the fact that it only takes place every week only heightens our excitement during the cold winter months.

Green City Market holds several chef demonstrations during each market, and yesterday we slipped into one being held by a chef, not the chef, from Hot Chocolate. Hot Chocolate in Bucktown is known for their ridiculously sumptuous and whimsical desserts served in a dim, lush lounge-type setting. The cook prepared marinated New Zealand venison and fingerling potatoes in enough duck fat to make any nutritionist's head spin. It was delicious.

It being Restaurant Week in Chicago, DK and I ventured for dinner to Le Colonial, a french-vietnamese restaurant located in the heart of the popular Rush Street district of restaurants, clubs, and bars. The ambiance was that of a French-Indochinese villa complete with palm fronds and Ikea candles, but the tables were so cramped together that I could easily hear every word and sigh from the 2 adjacent dinner parties. The guy to the left of us had brought his parents, looked to be in his early 30's, and was easily the most arrogant prick there. He wouldn't shut up, spoke condescendingly to his parents, and capped with the funniest comment of the night, "This was a baller restaurant!" Holla right back at you.