T minus eight days until summer school is over, I slap on my seat belt and make the drive home to see all sorts of loved ones and get acquainted with a new friend…my new iPhone!
I never really had plans or a strong desire to feel like I have to have an iPhone, but when my parents were visiting me this weekend, I was talking to my dad about his iPod touch and asked if he thought I would get an iPhone when my phone contract is up in March. He said my contract is actually up in November, and then realized my mom’s contract is up now! Ergo, my mom could get the phone and we could transfer my number to it…that day! Well, it turns out not actually that day as there needs to be iPhones in stock at the local stores for this plan to work. Long story short, my mom is babysitting my phone until I get home next Thursday. I think she’s having fun with it, although I did send her a text message in the a.m. with no response from her. Turns out, she didn’t know how to text me back! :-P
Naturally, I’m very excited to explore all the food apps to add to my phone, but I digress…as the post’s title shows.
So, yes, the parents took time to visit their youngest child and I welcomed them with open arms as I rarely get company this summer. Plus, they were bringing me new furniture for my apartment, since the girl I’m subletting from came in a week ago and took out almost everything I can sit on! My butt was getting sore from chilling on the (carpeted) floor. Oh, the hard life I live…
Anyway, here’s a little recap of our Saturday. I woke up to the smell of my dad’s famous pancakes. He didn’t think he could make them the night before because I didn’t have any “normal” ingredients. Well, he was wrong. Although I do have five different kinds of alternative flour (I am Sweet & Natural‘s sister, after all), I did have one tiny bag of white flour. He made the pancakes. I ate the pancakes, and they were gooood.
Mom and Dad and I made our way down to Bucktown/Wicker Park where we spent a few hours browsing through overpriced, empty boutiques. All that overreacting to price tags made us hungry. After going in about three pubs on just one block, we decided to eat here.
Few things make me happier than eating outside on a nice day. Outdoor BBQs? I’m there. Picnics? I should have my own basket. You can’t really tell from the picture, but we were dining en plein air at the Northside Bar and Grill.
My dad and I split a fruit tray to start, and I give kudos to the restaurant for its arranging techniques. And props to them for adding kiwi.
I ordered the Grilled Catfish Sandwich with grilled veggies for my entree. I love getting fish at restaurants because I never buy and make it for myself. I devoured every bite of my meal–except the garlic mayo. I’m not a fan of a lot of garlic or mayo.
Our shopping mission was simple: the parents insisted they needed to buy me new shoes. Who am I to argue with what my parents thought best? Well, I didn’t find any shoes, but my mom came out with some stellar purchases…a cute yellow purse and a fuchsia cotton dress I convinced her into buying muhaha.
From Bucktown, we made our way over to Navy Pier to catch the Rod Blagojevich Superstar show from the Second City comedy troupe. We had some time to kill before the show and knew we were having a late dinner so we had dessert to tide us over.
You gotta love the overpriced ice cream at Navy Pier. Whatever, strawberry sorbet totally did the trick. My mom got plain strawberry ice cream and my dad opted for a strawberry banana smoothie. Can you tell what our family’s favorite fruit is?
Ah, I love being a tourist in my own city. I still haven’t been on the Ferris wheel. It’s a cheesy thing I want to do eventually.
The show was entertaining, but the bathroom view ended up being the highlight of my night. That’s something I wasn’t expecting.
Seriously. It’s a show in itself really.
After we got our politically aware laugh on, I dragged the parents to an Armenian restaurant close to the Pier called Sayat Nova. My two favorite cuisines for eating out are Mediterranean and Indian so I was loving the menu. Plus, I had pre-picked out my mom’s chicken dish so she was on board too.
To start, we ordered the Baba Ghannouj. My dad and I dug in while my mom sat and nibbled on a pita triangle.
Then, they brought out a house salad. Loving the veggies. My mom found the mint vinaigrette dressing “interesting.”
For my entree, I chose the Kebab Combo which came in what I thought was a small portion at first.
And then quickly realized that I had ordered a lot of meat. It was delicious, but I can’t remember the last time I was so carnivorous. That grilled onion was amazing by the way. Slice a sweet onion in half, grill it, be happy.
You know you love the food facts.
The Popsicle was invented by an 11-year-old who kept it secret for 18 years. In 1905, Frank Epperson left a combo of powdered soda and water on his porch with a stir stick in the cup. When temperatures reached a record low in San Francisco that night, the combo formed what we know to be a Popsicle today. Eighteen years later, Frank patented his accidental creation. The kids are the future! Maybe we should leave the menu up to them sometime…