Call me Patrick Bateman,

Because guess who got opening night reservations at the most anticipated, new restaurant in Springfield, IL?     Look for the review this week!

Screw you, Nigella

I'm harboring some jealousy for the British Goddess divine. [It's rhetorical. Please, don't sue me for libel. I'm actually in love with you.]   The rain this week puddled up in our yard and my husband had his fifth knee surgery this week, so we're just as immobilized as the world around us. I also...

Liquid Nostalgia

As discovered at the Aviary, booze and food go together. It accompanies flavors and opens up your palate. It leads to taste discovery and self-discovery, delving into your id and ego with ease. (That's a fancy way to say you cry a lot about your exes when you drink too much whiskey) I have had...

Aviary, Chicago

Last New Year's Eve we somehow obtained seats at Aviary. For some reason, it doesn't get a rise out of people like Alinea. However, the idea of being able to purchase black truffle explosion à la carte was pretty exciting.   We walked in to a weirdly warm, candlelit environment. Imagine a medieval pub with foie...