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Last night, Morgan and I met up at Wicker Park for happy hour and were so hungry that the above wreckage happened before I even thought to take a photo. We had loaded potato skins (delicious, but I needed more than two), artichoke dip (too cheesy, if such a thing is possible), meh chicken fingers (Kendrick dropped in on us later and ate most of them), and beer.

So the food wasn’t incredible, but it’s bar food - I’m not looking to have my mind blown - and the Happy Hour deals at Wicker Park make it all worthwhile.

WICKER PARK HAPPY HOUR (M-F from 3-7):

- 1/2 price bar menu

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Just returned from a late lunch with web designer Adda (who’s helping me transform RamshackleGlam.com into a Wordpress site) at the Film Center Cafe. Why, you may ask, have I posted a stock photo from NYMag instead of a personal photo of my macaroni and cheese? Because it was just that unattractive. And bad. Simultaneously flavorless and excessively cheesy, with a weird orange crust over the top that came off all in one piece. Adda’s Penne Caprese was prettier, but nothing very exciting.

Pros: no lunch dish costs more than $9 (most are between $5.50 and $6.50), and the restaurant’s recent renovation has made it a slightly more upscale place to grab a quiet midday bite. Also, I’ve been to brunch and dinner at Film Center Cafe before (both much more raucous times to visit), and the menus for those meals were vastly better.

In sum: hit it up for brunch, not lunch.

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My expression in this photo pretty much encapsulates how I’m feeling right now. Aspen is gorgeous, and PK’s house (which I’m not taking for-public-consumption photographs of, just FYI) is a dream…but I want my bed, and my dogs (my poor mother is watching them all by herself), and right now those things are more than 30 hours away (at present, we’re set to arrive in NYC around 10PM tomorrow).

At this moment, Kendrick and I are sitting in a big pile of bags in the Aspen Airport Grill, waiting for a ride first to the grocery store, where we’ll pick up snowy-evening supplies, and then to shelter.

OK, OK…it’s kind of romantic.

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