The place was getting pretty full when we arrived, and we put our names in to ensure a table. After waiting a while, we got seated near the back and were given what felt like a ridiculously large amount of room. While other parties of six were crowded around two tables, we got two tables to ourselves (for just the four [and a half] of us).
Liz and I headed out to the suburbs today, to attend Mike and Michelle’s baby shower. Though I guess technically, it was party baby shower and party playoff party (I think Jacksonville and New England were playing as well).
It was a Friday, with perhaps more traffic than usual. We had a lot of snow in the afternoon, and a lot of accidents on the route we were on. We crawled along I-55 for a good while, and want to say we ended up walking in the door about two hours after we left.
Had brunch plans this morning at Dusek’s. Shortly before our departure, we realized that we’d be right along the Chicago Marathon route! We debated getting a ride versus driving, but ultimately opted to drive ourselves – for the adventure, if nothing else. Surprisingly, we encountered little traffic, and found a decently close place to park.
A view of the table. The event has a large number of guests, and most arrived in pairs or in a group. Not knowing a ton of other people, I got to dust off my social skills and got some good table banter in.
Normally, back when we used to go to Wolff’s flea with some regularity… we always tried to wake up super early, and to get there right when the gates opened. Today though, we took our time and didn’t meet up until around 10AM (though to be fair, it did involve about an hour of driving for us to get there).
Thinking back over the previous weekend, pancakes seem to be finding their way to my plate, somehow. I am liking this trend, but prooobably need to slow down on the flapjacks soon.
Most of the group either was sick, or was just getting over a sickness. Lots of people in Chicago lately (my office in particular) seemed to have caught some kind of bug. Maybe it was the weather change, but it seems like a lot of folks have come down with the same thing lately.
My meal, which was a pile of berry cheesecake flapjacks. Which were pretty much what you imagined they would be: “cheesecake in pancake form.” I was happy to not succomb to my normal habit of coming here, and then ordering something heartier like an omelette. The sweet breakfasts are the main pull for the Bongo Room, and I’m glad to have indulged.