After we saw Hamilton, I knew I wanted to check out a bar or possibly two. It was difficult finding one within walking distance, but I had a couple ideas in case one did not work out. We walked into the LondonHouse and found an incredibly long line we were not at all interested in waiting in. So we walked on to Rebar at the Trump Hotel.
Say what you will about our President, but Rebar was a delightful experience, and I am glad we went there. A DJ was pumping awesome music, there was a dance floor I wish I would have spent just a little time on (but we walked seven miles between Saturday night and Sunday morning – my feet were tired), and our table was facing the River. I mean it wasn’t a rooftop bar, but the views were pretty stellar.
The drinks were tasty too. Dad and I split the Vogue Italia which came with the opportunity to take a Polaroid I will forever cherish, and Mom had the Purple Rain which was a little too floral for her, but pretty and still tasty.
We continued the walk back to the Peninsula a little after midnight and headed up to the Z Bar, one of Chicago’s hottest new rooftop bars … except the rooftop bar wasn’t open since it was after midnight. This really bummed me out since one of the things I definitely wanted to do in Chicago was experience a rooftop bar, but we grabbed some drinks and took them back to our room. I do wish they would let people know only the interior is open late.
In our room, the sofa bed had not been made up as I told four different people was necessary. So at one in the morning, they came to set it up. This was one of a few issues that also included several miscommunications with the concierge that are not indicative of a five diamond hotel and made me feel rather uneasy about my time there.
In the hotel’s defense when I called upon our return home, they did refund all incidentals and offer an upgrade on a future stay, which I will seriously consider in the event I head back to Chicago. I appreciated my concerns being taken seriously.
In the room, I settled into bed with my drink and turned on The Spy Who Dumped Me, an in-theater movie right in the comfort of the room. I even snagged a little sleep before getting up bright and early (6:15 – no time to waste!) and heading to the Pierre Gourmet café downstairs at the hotel for some coffee, berries, and pastries to go (which were insanely good!). I really loved the café and actually wish I would have eaten breakfast there. It was a beautiful morning in the Windy City!
With a walk back across the River, we picked up some Do-Rite Donuts (not as big of a hit as the pastries), and then caught our very first Uber EVER to Duseks’ for breakfast. I carefully considered all of Chicago’s Michelin starred restaurants and settled on Dusek’s for the availability of breakfast and the menu.
While some of the food was very good, I do not understand how this restaurant has a Michelin star. It is a nothing special, hole in the wall restaurant, where the waiter repeatedly made excuses about mistakes because it was early. If it is too early, do not open for brunch. Though it was not necessary in the mostly empty restaurant, they also claimed not to have my reservation despite the fact that I made it online and confirmed it not once, but twice.
The steak and eggs Dad ordered were a hit, and I can see why with those fluffy scrambled eggs. I also really enjoyed my French omelet. However, I asked for it without goat cheese, and the waiter said that wasn’t a good idea. I asked for light goat cheese, and I would have hated to see how much would have been inside had I not. I scraped out the goat cheese and definitely think the gorgeous, fluffy omelet without a hint of brown would have been better without it. The customer is always right! The salad and tomato salsa on top were excellent. I also ordered an almond milk cappuccino. When I was presented with it, I was told almond milk doesn’t froth. This is an excuse, and one I did not expect from a Michelin star restaurant. I have had some super frothy almond milk cappuccinos. Maybe Marais or Stella Good Coffee could give them lessons.
Mom ordered the juicy Lucy well done. Ah, well done can always be an issue with meat, but when a place has a Michelin star this should not be the case, right? Not so much. It was medium at best. The waiter had a new one fired, the only problem with that being Mom had to sit there with only fries to eat pretty much the entire time Dad and I ate.
Speaking of those fries, when the burger reappeared it was presented with a salad instead of the fries. The waiter brought more fries after another wait. The fries, cooked in beef fat, were nothing other than delicious, thick cut, fluffy on the inside, packed with flavor. But I would not return and look forward to the day when I can try another Michelin restaurant. Again, in the defense of the restaurant, they did take the burger off the bill.
We Ubered back to the hotel, packed up, and headed out. I wish I would have had more time to do some of the things I so wanted to: rooftop bar, great cup, okay cups, of coffee, aquarium, museums, Navy Pier, but time was short and some things didn’t quite work out.
It was a good trip, a trip I liked better when I got home, caught up on sleep, and had the chance to process the experience. I might go back to Chicago, I’d rather go back to Toronto. But none of that matters. I did this. I loved it. I wish I was still there. And two months ago, those are things I NEVER thought I would say. Let’s hope 2018 has some more (good) surprises in store.