Chicago neighborhood adventures: Andersonville edition

Last weekend, Megan and I continued our series of Chicago neighborhood adventures by visiting our friend (and fellow squirrel) Renee in Andersonville. (See our Lincoln Square adventure here!)

Thanks to what seemed like two feet of freshly fallen snow (it wasn’t really that much) and Ugg boots that were determined to prove that they were, in fact, NOT WATERPROOF, our activities mostly included eating brunch at Hamburger Mary’s, walking up Clark Street, walking back down Clark Street, and sloshing back to Renee’s to get our feet dry and drink wine. Despite that lackluster description, good times were had by all!

In case you’re not from around these parts, Andersonville is a neighborhood north of the Loop that has a major Swedish influence. Now that you know that, I bet the photo of the Swedish American Museum above is starting to make a little more sense, ehhh?

We actually stopped in the museum for a second, but turned around as soon as we noticed that admission wasn’t free. We’re still in a recession here, people. Also, our boots were making squishy/sloshing sounds and we were leaving a trail of puddles behind us. My apologies to the museum janitor/intern who had to mop that up.

Really, the best part of the day (besides the fantastic company) was our brunch at Hamburger Mary’s. Once we heard that a FREE mimosa comes with every entree, the decision of where to eat was pretty much made for us.

But that wasn’t the only cool thing about that place. They also have good food, funky/retro decor, and bring the check to the table nestled in a high-heeled shoe. Why? One can’t be sure. But now the photo above of the shoe on the table is also starting to make sense, ehhh?

Other highlights of our Andersonville adventure include checking out Renee’s cute condo (and even cuter dogs!), Megan valiantly saving me from being plowed down by an SUV exiting a grocery store parking lot, and experiencing a crucial tipping point in my life that has led me to finally swear off Uggs. Major breakthrough!! (And I want these as replacements).

Saturday night’s alright for mimosas

What’s my idea of the perfect Saturday night, you ask?


Hanging out with fun people at a cute little bar in our neighborhood. This is the Chicago summer I’ve been waiting for!

Last Saturday, we went out to dinner at the legendary Twin Anchors, the mere mention of which makes Will immediately yell out, “Ribs! And keep ’em coming!”

No, Will doesn’t have Tourettes – this place is actually known for their ribs and *supposedly* (according to the historical facts section of the menu) that’s how Frank Sinatra ordered one time when he was hanging out there with all of his movie star/crooner/gangster friends.

I opted for the BBQ pork sandwich because ribs are too messy and I just hate to stain my white kid gloves. But everyone else confirmed that the ribs were really good.

After dinner, we headed down the street to a little Irish bar. We got a table outside and proceeded to order approximately nine different drinks, even though there were only six of us at the table. Shots of Jameson were involved, and Will wanted a mimosa with his gigantic PBR. I also got a mimosa. They were on special for $3, if that makes it seem a little less weird. I’d like to thank the server for going along with it and acting like this was a normal request at 7:30 on a Saturday night.

Later, after I was well on my way to drinking waaaaayyy more than I had planned, we headed inside to play giant Jenga and Connect Four.

Jenga! Connect Four! And they were giant!

Not pictured: Connect Four

I apologize for the blurriness of the photos. But I think they pretty accurately represent the way I was seeing things at that particular moment in time.

I’d also like to mention that this bar had free popcorn AND a jukebox. So we stayed there Lionel Ritchie style – All. Night. Long. (I can’t take credit for that – I think I just heard it on TV recently?)

The best thing is that this obscene amount of funness (I’m not going for a Pulitzer here) is all within a quick walk from our house!

I might just have to borrow my friend Dan’s shirt: