I know it’s cheesy and ridiculous, but in every new city I visit, I try to make it a point to find the Disney Store.
Whether it’s along Time Square in NYC, Strøget in Copenhagen, or Grafton Street in Dublin…you name it, I’ll be there. It’s like a little commercialized slice of home in the middle of the a new-to-me city.
In Chicago, that little slice of home is on Michigan Avenue.
We started the day with another pit stop at Caffe Umbria.
They had Cannele! (The little brown pastries next to the macarons.) I hadn’t seen these since visiting Bordeaux last summer.
After caffeinating, we walked over to Michigan Avenue, Chicago’s main upscale commercial area.
Home to the Disney Store.
And…this blow up rat.
We were flying out of Chicago that evening, so we didn’t explore too long. Just walked a few blocks up and down, before stopping in at Beacon Tavern for lunch.
Take a look at that risotto! It tasted like sugary comfort-y GOODNESS, and was basically dessert. Somehow we passed it off as lunch.
This burger, too. Ridiculous. More than enough to tide us over for the 4 hour flight back to Los Angeles.
All in all, it was a splendid little weekend trip to Chicago.