Tuesday, July 5, 2005
Chicago, There We Were, Part 2
We overheated in the Philippines-like temperatures of the crowded gallery, but at the art exhibit's closing we revelled in the artsy Filipino vibe (although even in this celebration of creavity, we couldn't get away from karaoke). Personally, I think Carol had the best paintings there, but I'm not the only one: her painting (see the red dot?) was of the select few that sold.
Afterwords, we walked over to trendy Bucktown and its latest hot spot, the cafe Hot Chocolate, for dessert.
We split a vanilla milkshake and a hot chocolate; the milkshake was absurdly small, considering the $5 price tag and good, but hardly exceptional quality, and the hot chocolate was absurdly large, considering its extraordinary richness.
The hot chocolate, made with Foodgoat-preferred dark Scharffen-Berger, was so thick, and had such intense chocolate flavor, that it could only be consumed in tiny sips (the first of which is, well, something of a shock). And not even three chocoholics could quite polish it off.