We intended to go to the Art Institute for a few hours, but the line to get in was so long (admission is free Thursday nights) that we decided to forego that for another mandatory Chicago activity: shopping at Filene’s Basement. Anyone who’s lived in Chicago (such as Chamber Director David Moore) can tell you about Filene’s – designer clothing at super-low prices. Sorry, Ross Dress for Less fans: Filene’s is several cuts above. I picked up a few cheap
shirts (including one for Teddye Snell, who’s filling in for me at the Press
while I’m gone), and we also got some dress shirts for my husband and a couple of pairs of jeans for Cole. Where else can you get perfectly good Lucky Jeans for $20?
We dropped back by the Sable Bar and Grill for another of Dejorn’s enticing cocktails, and then it was dinner at Volaré, one of our favorite Italian restaurants anywhere. Keith’s girlfriend, Sarah Nash, joined us for the evening. Volaré is a neighborhood restaurant, although a lot of tourists also get pointed in its direction, and it’s always jam-packed. If you prefer quiet intimacy to loud, animated, boisterous crowds (as tends to be the order of the day whenever “real” Italians are involved somehow), Volaré is not for you. I always have the homemade four-cheese tortellini with cream sauce, prosciutto and peas – simply scrumptious – and we shared an antipasti tray with meats, olives, cheese and other delights.
Chris had the special, Chilean sea bass, which he said was some of the best he’s ever eaten. We didn’t eat dessert, but Cole says the tiramisu is to die for.
Later that night, we went back to get a photo of the Stretch Bar and Grill, for Tahlequah’s arguably funniest man, Kevin Stretch (he used to have that title in Fort Gibson as well, but he MIGHT have a little competition from a Muskogee transplant these days). Then we were done for the evening.