Day Three in Chicago—walk, Architectural Boat Tour, lunch, Obama Presidential Center, the best meal of my life

The headline kind of says it all. I did my usual early-morning walkabout to take sunrise photos. I also used this walk to visit all the places we would go later in the day, like the Architectural Tour we would take at 9:00 am. Photos from this walk are directly below.

On my way back to the Airbnb, I stopped at Starbucks and grabbed breakfast for everyone. I can say with total conviction that the Starbucks at the corner of Lake Street and Michigan Avenue is the best Starbucks I have ever been in. Forget the food…that’s the same everywhere, but the employees were AMAZING. Pablo (at the register) greeted me by name on my second visit. He taught me how to stack a ton of food in a big bag to get it back home, and every time a regular came in, it was like Norm coming into Cheers. If you are anywhere near that Starbucks, it is worth a visit.

After breakfast, we were off to our boat ride Architectural Tour with Chicago Architecture Center aboard Chicago’s First Lady. This outfit is a nonprofit organization, and the person giving the tour is a volunteer docent who keeps an incredible number of facts in her head. I wish I could remember any of them, but three days later I can only come up with a few. But here are the pics and why I took them in the captions, which you can see by clicking on any photo.

After our architectural tour, we had a nice lunch right next door to our building at the Elephant and Castle British Tavern. The food was OK, but the waiter was great. He suggested that since we had already sampled two of Chicago’s iconic food and drink items, we should try a third…a shot of Malört. Malört is a bitter, wormwood-based herbal liqueur. Drinking a shot of Malört is widely considered a rite of passage for visitors and a badge of honor among Chicago locals. We tried it, and we passed. It wasn’t terrible. Kind of a cross between turpentine and shellac ?.

After lunch, we headed to one of the highlights of our trip: a visit to the newly opened Obama Presidential Center in South Chicago. It is an amazing place. If you go, get tickets well in advance. They are currently sold out through the end of the year. It is well worth the trip. The photos below will show you why, but suffice it to say, it proved what I have always believed. He may not have been our greatest president, but he was the greatest man ever to be president. No scandals, no affairs. He was never president just to benefit anyone but the people of the United States of America. Touring the center also made us sad to see how far the government of this country has sunk in less than 20 years. It is disgusting. If you can, visit here.

Our tickets were for 2:45, and we didn’t leave until almost 4:30. By the time we got back to the Airbnb, we had just enough time for a quick nap before heading out to dinner at a restaurant I found on Eater. If you are not familiar with Eater, check them out. There is one for just about every city or region in the world, with great recommendations that fit my taste exactly. Go there and type in where you live, and see if their picks match places you have been. I usually do well when following their advice. We found the Frontera Grille on that same list, where we ate the night before.

That night, we were eating at Rose Mary. It is a Croatian-Italian restaurant that serves food family-style. We were seated right next to the HUGE demonstration kitchen, which I loved. I could watch the chefs work and maybe pick up some techniques. Our server, Illyna, was superb, and her station was right next to where we were sitting, so we could talk to her and ask for recommendations. We ordered cocktails, and everyone liked theirs. I am not drinking much on this trip after my cardiac episode in June, so I stuck to the mocktails. They have one there with Luxardo syrup and Ginger Beer that I will be making at home…I promise.

The meal itself was amazing. Since it was served family-style and Illyna advised us to order six dishes for four, we each ordered one, and then each couple ordered one. Cathy decided on their Grilled Summer Squash. It was made with parmesan fonduta, beef fat, pickled summer squash and basil. I thought, “Well, I won’t want much of that.” When it came, I tried one bite and about passed out. It was that amazing. I have never tasted anything like it. It was the best thing I ate all night, and that is saying a WHOLE lot.

They served each plate separately, giving us time to digest and enjoy it. Second up was the risotto. Maybe the best risotto I have ever eaten. It featured veal breast, Parmigiano, chicken thigh, and tomato. This was followed by a pasta dish called Mafaldine with lamb ragu d'abruzzo, cacio and cavallo. Delish, but only a 9 out of 10.

We had a hard time picking our fourth dish until the two very nice women next to us had one arrive at their table that looked beyond belief. We asked them what it was and were told it was branzino. This worked out because we hadn’t ordered any fish yet. They make their branzino with a soppressata vinaigrette, artichokes, and grilled lemon. This one got a solid 10 as well.

Mike had started ordering the Pork Ribs Campanella. The ribs have Calabrian chile agrodolce, walnuts, and cabbage & yogurt relish on top. Another solid 10. I forgot to mention that early on (with the squash), we decided we had to have bread to sop up any leftover sauces, and I can guarantee you that no plate we sent back needed to be washed too well.

While we were finishing the third or fourth dish, I mentioned that they had octopus on the menu and that, since it’s my favorite food and every dish had been superb, I probably should try it. Cathy agreed to split it with me, and we ordered it. I almost wish we hadn’t. It’s as good—a solid 8—but not at the level of everything else that night.

No matter that, it was an amazing dining experience from start to finish. It was so good that I have to come up with another test that’s above the Steve Test. For those of you who are new here, my brother Steve came up with a test for a restaurant… if you had that restaurant at home, would you go there? If the answer is yes, it passes the Steve Test. Well, now comes the Jim Test. If the restaurant is so good that you would plan a trip back to that city just to eat there again? For Rose Mary, my answer would be yes. Or maybe I should also say that it means if you visited that city again, you HAVE to go there.

I don't want to make decisions about what I'm eating or wearing. Because I have too many other decisions to make.   —Barack Obama

Day Two in Chicago—walk, breakfast, TOUR, hotdog, TOUR, dinner

Yes, it does seem like all we do is eat, doesn't it? Well, our first full day in the Windy City (we found out it isn't named that because it is windy here; it has to do with politicians making a lot of wind with their speeches) was an all-tour day. We had booked a Chicago Overview Tour with Johanna through Tours by Locals, a company I have highly recommended for quite a while now. Their guides never disappoint. Johanna was no exception. But more about that later. But first, my early morning walk.

The absolute best thing about our Airbnb is its location. For visitors, the city center is Millennium Park. It is the one with the big BEAN art installation in the middle, and it is next door to the Chicago Art Institute. The park has so much more to see, and right now I am looking out the window of our 23rd-story Airbnb and staring directly at the park. That meant there were lots of places to walk to when I wanted to take early-morning photos. So I was up and out at 5:30 to make sure I got my full golden hour and was there for the sunrise at 6:34 am. Here are the photos from that walk.

 

When Kathleen and I were here in 2013 to visit my brother John, we went to breakfast at Wildberry and loved it. Since then, they have added a really nice, rather large patio with lots of tables. And believe it or not, in late September we were really happy to be seated out there. It was beautiful and warm. Our breakfast was also pretty much AMAZING. Check out the pics and my captions, and try not to get hungry.

After breakfast, we were headed out for our tour with Johanna. She got held up on the other side of a motorcade for the leader of the free world (snort), who was in town to present an award at a golf tournament. I am not going to get political here, but seriously…

Johanna finally arrived, and we headed out. Our day was full of quick stops where we would jump out, take photos, jump back in, and head somewhere else. We saw bridges, churches, skyscrapers, neighborhoods, great views, and so much more. And all along the way, Johanna kept us fully informed about what we were seeing, as well as Chicago's history and geography. She is a true local, having grown up here, and she knew a lot of information. We went to a bunch of places, and these are the before-lunch shots.

Last night we had our first iconic Chicago dish—deep dish pizza. Today our lunch would be the second iconic Chicago food, a Chicago hot dog. Before we left, we knew we wanted to try one, but all we knew about them was that you NEVER asked for ketchup on them. EVER! And I will admit that when it comes to hot dogs, I am a ketchup guy. But once I tried the Chicago dog, I may never go back. If you are unfamiliar with a traditional Chicago hot dog, it has an all-beef dog with tomatoes, pickle relish, mustard, a pickle spear, and small piquant peppers, all on a poppy seed bun. DELICIOUS! See the pics. We loved them. One made a super lunch, since we had that big breakfast and were going out later that night.

After lunch, we were back in the car for the second half of our tour. See the afternoon photos below. Around 4:00 pm, Johanna dropped us off at our Airbnb, and we said a fond farewell. I would recommend her to anyone for a fact-filled, fun day. Photos from the afternoon are below.

We were back at the AirBnB for about 90 minutes, and then we had reservations at Frontera Grill, one of Ricky Bayless’ Mexican restaurants here in Chicago. We had been to his “higher-end” place (Topolobampo) when we were here in 2013, and although it has a Michelin star, we weren’t impressed. I don’t understand the whole “foam as food” thing. It was four people for more than $400 (in 2013!!!), and we all left hungry. Last night at Frontera was not like that. The Eater website (where I find a lot of restaurant recommendations) said it was “not the pretentious food you would find at Topolobampo.” Thank the gods, it wasn’t. It was a delicious meal.

And that was enough for our day. We were all wiped out, and we had an early meeting with an architectural tour the next morning.

“It’s the finest hot dog on the planet, the one they make in Chicago. I said it, and I meant it!” —Anthony Bourdain

Day One in Chicago…it’s all about the Deep Dish

I know, that's what everyone says when they are on vacation but there is something about having a great day that just makes a vacation day special. In fact, so far this has been one great trip.

Kathleen and I had booked my favorite transfer company, Welcome Pickups, to get us to the airport. Our driver kept in contact before we left, and we asked if we could be picked up a little early because the main freeway to the airport was closed for the weekend and we might run into traffic. He was happy to oblige, arrived half an hour early, and then got us to the airport right on time. Our Alaska Air flight was on time (we were kind of worried because it had been more than 90 minutes late the day before), and we were at the gate with plenty of time to spare. Enough time for Kathleen to make a new friend with another woman who had come from check-in via wheelchair…or cool scooter.

One thing that kind of ticked me off (first-world problem coming) was that even though we were flying Alaska in first class, we didn't have access to the first-class lounge. Alaska Air only gives you that if your flight is more than 3,000 miles. Since ours was just under 2,000, we did not qualify. And a beautiful, brand-new Alaska lounge sat just above our heads on the next floor up. Wish we could have seen it.

But no other complaints about the flight. We took off on time, had a nice lunch, arrived early, were off early, had our bags quickly and found our second Welcome Pickups driver of the day, who whisked us into downtown (took about an hour)to our AirBnB, where we found Mike and Cathy waiting for us.

It’s a pretty decent AirBnB. Some folks have told us they have had no luck with vacation rentals, but this is about our 30th, and we have never had a real problem with any of them. This one is excellent. We are on the 23rd floor with an amazing view of downtown Chicago. We are right next to the EL train but being up 23 floors helps. That's the living room up at the top of this page. If you want to see the rest of the photos of the place, check out the AirBnB listing by clicking here.

We have pretty much planned all our eating for this trip… start to finish. We want to try all the foods Chicago is famous for, so last night, after we got in and hooked up with Mike and Cathy, all four of us headed over to Giordano’s (recommended to me by a Trilogy Travel Club member from Chicago) for our first taste of Chicago deep-dish pizza. It was amazing! See the pics below. We ordered two smalls for four of us and could have done with just one. We both ended up taking half a pizza out into the world after dinner. I would like to say I took it back to the AirBnB, but with all the other food experiences we had coming up, it just didn’t make sense. But on the other hand, they were spendy pizzas, so we took them with us.

Just outside the restaurant, I ran into a homeless man who asked if he could maybe have a piece. I handed him the entire box, which had half a pizza in it. He was VERY grateful. Mike took his half back to the building we were staying in for the concierge, who had been letting us in and out. He too was very grateful. We loved the pizza, but there was just too much of it. I also need to mention that when you go, they bake the pie fresh, so it takes 45 minutes from the time your order goes in until you get the pizza. Thankfully, they had some great salads on the menu as well.

After dinner, it was a quick walk back to the Airbnb for a good night's sleep before our first full day in Chicago. More tomorrow. In the meantime, enjoy the pizza pics.

"You better cut the pizza in four pieces because I'm not hungry enough to eat six."  —Yogi Berra

The October Bunch Ride Again

Not sure if you remember this, but we have a group of six people who travel every October. We call ourselves the October Bunch. We have traveled together every October since 2023, when we sailed on Oceania’s Vista from Montreal to Miami. Since then, we have done river cruises on both the Douro in Portugal and the Columbia River. And since it is almost October, we are off to sail again with the Bunch.

The October Bunch includes me, Kathleen, my brother Steve (of the famous Steve test of restaurants), my sister-in-law Jamie, and our incredible Florida friends Mike and Cathy. Kathleen and I have been traveling with Mike since 2005, and I consider him one of my two best friends in the world.

This year, our trip will start in Chicago this Saturday, and we will spend four days touring the city. We haven’t been there together since 2013. (I was back in 2014 to deal with my youngest brother’s death, but that doesn’t count as a city visit. Jamie and Steve have been there most recently, and our other two Bunchers haven’t been there for more than 25 years.)This should be fun.

We are in Chicago from Saturday afternoon until Wednesday morning, when we rent a car and drive north to the home of cheese and beer—Milwaukee, Wisconsin. I am pretty sure none of us have been there before. We stay two nights at a really cool hotel (which you will see when we get there). Then, on Friday morning, we board the Viking Octantis for a seven-night cruise that takes us to five of the six Great Lakes (we don’t get to Superior).

We are very excited about the cruise because, after all our years of cruising, this is an entirely new kind of ship we have never been on before. In fact, as cruise ships go, only two like it exist in the world: Octantis and her sister ship, Polaris. Octantis holds only 374 passengers in 187 staterooms, so it is much smaller than a Viking Ocean ship and larger than a Viking River boat.

As an expedition ship, she spends most of the year in either the Arctic or the Antarctic. On the way between her two main destinations, she visits the Great Lakes and the Caribbean. This gives us a chance to check her out. She has a lot of very cool gear, including Special Operations Boats for exploring, Zodiacs, and even two six-man submarines (John and Paul). The ship has a scientific lab for oceanic exploration.

You can see our route at the top of this page. We love where this cruise ends… when we sail into Lake Ontario (NOT Lake America) and disembark in Toronto, one of our favorite cities. We will spend the night so we can see our good friends Tim and Perry. It’s been way too long since we last saw them.

That’s the coming two weeks. I will be blogging away, and as always, I will have photos. I hope to use what I learned in Belgium two weeks ago on this trip.

“An account of an expedition is not a novel. Therefore, an authentic account can never be given, let alone written down by someone who was not present.”    —Reinhold Messner

 

Back Home…Looking Back

It’s Monday night. I am sitting in my usual chair and thought I'd put up one last post about this week-long photographic journey I just finished, and give those here for travel info a bit of what to avoid when you visit Copenhagen.

Let’s start with the last day. After an early-morning shoot on Friday (see photos below in the gallery and the panorama above), we had a three-hour processing session, then turned in our best shots so the class could vote on them. With 14 photographers, each with a different level of expertise, it was a hard choice. We were all done by 1:00 pm, and Scott and Mimo took us to a final lunch. I had Moules Frites (which appears to be the Belgian national seafood dish, on the right). For the uninitiated, Moules frites is a classic Belgian and Northern French dish made with fresh, briny mussels steamed in a flavorful broth, served alongside crispy French fries and mayonnaise (but thankfully, you can get ketchup).

After lunch, that was it. We were done. All that was left was to get out of town. I should say that some of the 14 were already gone. George and Sandra left early that day to deal with a family situation back home in England (they only had to drive to the Dover ferry and then home to the Cotswolds—I love that I know someone who lives there). Katey and Lauren were wiped out and spent the day trying to recuperate from the Brussels/Antwerp trip. Others left that afternoon, and the rest stayed one or two nights before flying out. Part of the workshop fees covered our hotel stay on Friday night, and by the time we were done, it was too late for me to fly home, so I was one of that group.

In fact, I couldn’t even go home on Saturday. When I had originally purchased my airfare, it was one price if I flew back from Copenhagen to Seattle on Saturday and quite a bit less expensive (like $3,000 less) if I flew home on Sunday. So I decided to save that money and book a much cheaper hotel room for one night.

This is where I have to admit that Mr. Travel screwed up. I found an airport hotel online that looked really good on its website. Two or three different websites I had used for hotel recommendations recommended it. When I arrived in a taxi from the airport, the folks at the front desk were very nice. The lobby was nice. Everything was great. Then I got to the room. Wait, it wasn’t a room. It was a cell. It stunk. It had a single bed with a single blanket and a small pillow.

It was hot, and the only ventilation was a window that opened onto the parking lot, where engines were running. With the windows closed, it was not only hot but also stank.

When I opened the bathroom door, there was a toilet and a sink, but no tub or shower. A shower head hung from the wall, and a drain sat in the middle of the bathroom floor. It turns out you go into the bathroom, sit on the toilet or stand at the sink, and turn on the shower, which gets the entire room soaking wet…I imagine. I don’t know because I turned right around, jumped on the web and found a slightly more expensive room at another nearby hotel where they had actual showers.

Found a decent hotel, got an Uber over there, ate a nice dinner in their restaurant and went to bed. I had originally planned to go into the city on the tram, but my back was still killing me from carrying my backpack all over Belgium. So I stayed in, FaceTimed with Kathleen, watched some YouTube videos and fell asleep in a fairly comfortable bed. In the morning, it was back to the airport, where I spent a very nice three hours in the SAS lounge (one of the nicest I have ever been in) and then my nine-plus-hour flight home, which was just about as good as the one going out.

I got back to Seattle, got right through Customs (it pays to carry on your luggage and Nexus), jumped on the light rail, and was back in Redmond in what seemed like no time. Kathleen picked me up, and my long week was over.

Kathleen realized I was writing my final post for this trip, and she said, “You should tell them how much you liked the workshop and what you learned.” She is right. So here’s what I learned:

  1. I am my own kind of photographer. And that’s OK.
  2. I like to shoot my photos with my camera set to manual. I think part of that is because when I first started taking pictures, all SLR cameras were manual. Manual focus, light settings, and more. On some of those original cameras, we had to use a separate light meter.
  3. Photo gurus (like Scott and Mimo) aren’t always right. They don’t like to shoot in manual mode. They shoot in Aperture mode. That’s OK for them. Not for me, but they were nice enough to acknowledge that it was okay for me.
  4. I will probably never be a tripod kind of guy. I finally (on the second-to-last day) got the hang of putting it all together, and I understand why I want to do it, but I just don’t see myself lugging that tripod around, no matter how light it is.
  5. I did like shooting on the tripod once I figured it out. I should have practiced with it more. Most of the other people could have theirs set up in less than three minutes. The first time it took me about 15. By the last day, I was down to about five.
  6. I found out I like post-processing more than actually taking the photos. I find it to be more creative. But I am not a fan of AI. I believe that you should only do edits if you could have done them in a non-digital darkroom.
  7. I enjoyed being around other good photographers. They had super ideas and were willing to share them.
  8. I enjoyed using the ND filter once I got the hang of it. It does make water look different. I am not going to say better…or worse, just different. And I want to thank Mimo for being so patient while I tried it out.
  9. I enjoyed shooting a model. It was very different from any photography I had ever done before. Getting the lighting right and not losing the warmth was interesting.
  10. I learned the best white balance setting. I had never tried it, but it warms up my photos almost perfectly every time. Not too much and not too little.

The biggest takeaway was that I like photos that tell a story. The architecture shots didn’t do much for me, except to teach me techniques. I like my photos to be full of life. My favorite photos tend to include people or animals.

For the non-photographers out there, sorry I got so technical. I did enjoy the workshop, even on the really long days. Not sure I would do it again unless it involved less flying for such a short time. I really want to try and get Scott to do a workshop in Seattle. Or Portland. Or San Francisco.

“To me, photography is an art of observation. It's about finding something interesting in an ordinary place... I've found it has little to do with the things you see and everything to do with the way you see them.”  —Elliott Erwitt