Like billions before and trillions will after, we had a baby. This meant that I spent most of my solitary moments in the next eight months or so that followed thinking about being a dad. I should have been thinking profoundly about ways to tell my kids never to major in cellular biology because everyone tells you that you should be a doctor. Or, when you decide you don’t want to be a doctor, don’t hold on to that science major because you don’t understand the concept of sunk cost. I should have been thinking about how to tell my unborn child that if their partner declares a need, they should support it, and maybe only ask questions if they’re really, really important, later. Honestly, though, mostly, I hoped my child loved the Detroit Red Wings.
First, Butter! I loved that place, back when west loop was an adventure and Madison Street’s Skid Row was yet to be a faint memory. Second, Bistronomic has been doing a baked Alaska like that for years, though the flavor profile may be a bit different. Third, THANK THE ALMIGHTY that there is a new French restaurant in town. I’m still at a loss for words with the untimely departure of Bistro Zinc and Kiki’s. Jean Joho’s resurrection of Brasserie Jo was one of the few things that kept me going during the lockdown. Re the title of this article, I’d love to hear your thoughts on Robert et Fils…
First, Butter! I loved that place, back when west loop was an adventure and Madison Street’s Skid Row was yet to be a faint memory. Second, Bistronomic has been doing a baked Alaska like that for years, though the flavor profile may be a bit different. Third, THANK THE ALMIGHTY that there is a new French restaurant in town. I’m still at a loss for words with the untimely departure of Bistro Zinc and Kiki’s. Jean Joho’s resurrection of Brasserie Jo was one of the few things that kept me going during the lockdown. Re the title of this article, I’d love to hear your thoughts on Robert et Fils…