Well, I started out tonight at the Hotel Bar - AKA
Le Bar, which is actually a rather swanky place. It's hot in Chicago - 93 today - so I set out for fuzzy water, and once hydrated switched to Sidecars, which they make exceptionally well. Not Afraid joined me for most of this via her favorite media, her cell phone and we traded tales of swank and fashion.
Next up, I had dinner at
Le Colonial, a hip Vietnamese place with heavy French Colonial influences (French and Asian - my two favorite things these days
). I ate at one of the sofa lounges in the bar, and with the heat and humidity was instanly transported to Southeast Asia. More fuzzy water with dinner, but I finished with a cognac (Delamain - Mmmmmm)
So, I had read about this place called
the Motel Bar, which sounded like a swank way to finish the evening. It's about 10 or so blocks from my hotel so I decided to walk it. Found myself in a hip neighborhood of design and furnature shops with a few cool daytime eateries, but as the sun continued to set, and I continued to walk, I began to notice a shift in the neighborhood, now there were a lot of check cashing places, and loitering women in short shorts and rather tight, high cut halters. Then there was the projects, complete with boarded up windows, and debris. It was then a group of youths passed me by, talking to me in the third person, "That guy's crazy, he should get his white ass home." Considering, I've never been to this place and that it had some sort of funky side street enterance (i.e. picture me looking around dark alleys), I decided to take their third person advice and return to my hotel.
Maybe next time I'll take a cab.
