From the Ledge

It was cold, icy, and grey last weekend in Chicago and I could have just curled up indoors and watched “Project Runaway” over and over again (plus it was the first weekend right after the 30-xxx birthday, which was cause enough for a solitary meditation on one’s inevitable need for Botox injections and tummy tucks all in itself).  However, between Edward Albee, taiko drumming, and a Sunday dinner club dinner (not to mention the incomprehensible, and frankly alarming, sight of Philip Seymour Hoffman’s bare derriere on film), there was absolutely no reason to stay home and stew.

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When blogging mentor Tom and I were deciding on the focus and content of From the Ledge, I was pretty adamant that I would shy away from writing about food. Although I pride myself on being a card-carrying foodie, something not hard to be in Chicago, where food is on everyone’s minds and where the quality of cooking is of such high quality and innovation, it was recently proclaimed as the hot city for gastronomy by culinary god Ferran Adria, I just felt that so many people were already writing about food in interesting, colorful ways (check out LTHForum and Gapersblock’s Drive-Through among others). Tom knew though that I wouldn’t be able to resist pontificating about my culinary adventures, so he snuck in the Food category for times like this, when I just have to write about my experience with the phenomenal underground restaurant, the Sunday Dinner Club, one of the highlights of my dining year (right up there with the many visits to NYC’s Momofuku, the 12-course spring tasting at Alinea, and the opening weekend dinner at Sepia).

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