I’m finally beginning to feel human again, though the Time Off Malaise made me miss a delightful BBQ with our friend Lu and the last ballet of the season. Of course I am well enough to go to work. But I’m also well enough to finally get around to recording more of our recent-ish adventures.
Rumor had it that the elegant Café Beaujolais, widely considered one of the best – or possibly the best – restaurants in the Village was selling wood-fired pizzas on certain days at certain times. Fortunately for Megan and me, we found ourselves in the Village at one of the designated times.
It took a little searching, but we finally found the pizza purveyors:
nestled in a lovely garden:
They were friendly and charming, and we were glad to wait for our pizzas in the beautiful garden. They were worth the wait:
Beautifully blistered, airy crust, topped with fennel sausage, red onions, fresh oregano, brine-cured olives, and Marzano tomatoes. Yum!
We stowed them in Megan’s little red car and then made our way to the beautiful Kelley House. I have never seen the Village so crowded. So many cars and so many zombies meandering all over the streets without looking for cars. Megan wisely drove behind the Kelley House, rightly guessing that there would be nowhere to park for blocks in front of the house.
The latest exhibit was of treasures found in the Kelley House pond when it was drained and restored. There were many beautiful bottles:
This one says “My Wife’s Salad Dressing, Chicago” on it:
The items included several small china dolls known as “Frozen Charlottes” (left):
Apparently a modish young lady refused to cover her elegant gown when driving to town for a New Year’s dance with her beau, and was DOA at the dance. I found it a little weird that this legend caused a doll craze instead of creeping everyone out. But then a lot of fairytales are creepy and horrifying.
We both enjoyed the exhibit and some new local history. Not to mention the pizza!
A YEAR AGO: A perfect day.
FIVE YEARS AGO: Birthday love
FIVE YEARS AGO: Henry and I get closer. I still miss that tough little kitty.