Bonky in her natural habitat
SMOTH — Perhaps the best part of Smonk’s trip to the Windy City was eating to our hearts’ content. Thanks to an utter rejection of fiscal responsibility, and Bonky’s obsession with photographing fancy food, we actually have fairly comprehensive coverage of our many meals.
The massive Mexican meals
Our first dinner was just down the street from our hotel at this quaint Mexican restaurant called El Nuevo Mexicano, which had a fantastic authenticity to it, and delicious food. The free guacamole was awesome, and the immense portions were so good they demanded to be finished.
Mmm… bone marrow…
One of our great dining experiences was at downtown place called The Purple Pig, where I coerced Bonky into trying their bone-marrow. I know, sounds a bit caveman-esque, but its actually quite chic. It spreads like warm butter, and tastes rich and salty. It’s like the very essence of most delicious food condensed into a cracked bone. I really can’t recommend it more highly to fellow carnivores. We also washed down the meal with a lovely glass of sparking wine. Unfortunately, due to budget constraints we left a rather meagre tip which we regretted, as the service was quite good. It’s not something Smonk is in the habit of doing.
By far, the stand out culinary moment was eating lunch at Sixteen, a restaurant on the sixteenth floor of the Trump hotel in Chicago. It was major swanky and incredibly expensive but we felt like splurging, and it was worth every cent. Bonky got the trout, I started with a cranberry and turkey risotto and had the single most delicious turkey club sandwich ever created. Even the frites were mind-boggling, something that surprised me for such a seemingly simple meal. We drank sparkling wine, and finished with a superb vanilla bean creme brulee. Ogling the above pictures and seething with jealousy is entirely appropriate.
Savoury
Sweet
Our last meal in Chicago was at a little crepe place near our hotel appropriately called La Creperie, which worked perfectly for a lazy brunch. I had a savoury beef bourguignon and Bonky a sweet variety. They were filling, tasty, and the dimly lit, small french restaurant was steeped in charm and was a great place to cap off our Chicago culinary pursuits.
Sojourning With Smonk 