Taste of Chicago

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Taste of Chicago was on my list of things to do this summer.  We almost missed it.  Usually ‘the Taste’ runs for a week or two.  This year, 4 days.  A friend instagramed about their trip, and it reminded me to look up the dates.  We had to go the very next day or else it would be over before we got a chance to go.  It had been raining off and on and Hubby wasn’t to excited about going; I talked him into it.  He hitched up the trailer for C1 and rode our bikes downtown.

For those of you who don’t live in Chicago, Taste of Chicago is the best Festival around.  A bunch of restaurants set up a booth downtown and serve a small ‘taste’ of what their food is like.  You buy a bunch of tickets, then each menu item costs so many tickets.  It’s great for us to see what restaurants we might like to try going to for our date nights.

We started off the day with some delicious garlic potatoes.  The extra butter made it taste even better.

We then made our way to some yummy bruscetta.  We ate it so quick that I forgot to take a picture.  We wanted to make sure we got a main dish so we headed straight for the sausage.  Hubby got the octo-sausage, and I stuck with the traditional on a bun sausage.

For dessert I wanted to try the chocolate covered banana, but when we got to the booth, Hubby wanted the churros.  We figured we could make chocolate covered bananas at home, so we went with the churro.  We also knew we wanted the Rainbow Cone.  So many flavors.

While I went up to the booth to get the Rainbow Cone, Hubby held C1 and stood out of crowd a bit.  Once I used up all our tickets to buy the cone I went looking for my boys and couldn’t see them anywhere. The icecream was melting all over my hand, so I started eating while I was looking.  I looked and ate and looked some more, for 10 minutes, and the icecream and cone was gone.  Frustrated that I had to eat the whole cone by myself, knowing we never designated a spot to meet, just in case.  I headed back to our bikes, and there my boys were, waiting for me.  Hubby was sad that he didn’t get any ice cream as well.  We hopped on our bikes and headed back home.

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