The Wright stuff
Yesterday we headed for Oak Park, Il., the suburb of Chicago that has the largest number of architect Frank Lloyd Wright-designed residences in the world, Wright's own first house and studio, and the birthplace and museum of writer Ernest Hemingway.
This last is such a joke. Gailor asked what we would see for our $8, and was told his manuscripts. Not the original manuscripts, surely. They're elsewhere. No. Copies of his works. Yes, well, I have copies of his works too. On my bookshelves.
Am I being too cynical here?
So forget the Hemingway museum if you go. But do purchase your tickets for the Wright house and studio tour in advance if you can. Even in October you could be disappointed, and we had to wait at Penny's Noodle Shop a few blocks away (where we had pho for lunch) for a couple of hours before we could take the tour. ...
Now Gailor and I are sitting here in a Cosi working together after lunch (me on this and her on accounting) and waiting for the rain to stop so we can leave. She just turned to me and said something like, "This is so fun! The return on common stockholders' equity ratio is such a great concept!"
An alien. In her body.
Last night we wanted to eat in the tapas place commenter and Northwestern alum MD Canon recommended on my last visit. There was a 40-minute wait and no seats at the bar, so we left. The maitre d' came running after us and said the owner also had an Italian restaurant called Gio a couple of blocks down the street. If we wanted to have a drink at the bar there, he would call us when our table was ready.
I just thought that was a great concept.
We actually ended up eating at Gio. It turned out to be a pretty good Italian restaurant, which maybe was the guy's plan in the first place. Still, I honestly believe he called when our table was ready and was told we were already eating.
(Detail of the Wright house by me)