Spent Saturday afternoon apartment hunting in Ravenswood, one of Chicago's neighbourhoods. We were looking for a place from which it would be easy to get to both our workplaces (in downtown and Evanston).
We looked at four places and loved one, in a six-flat on a quiet street. S. had her checkbook with her, so, after thinking it over in an outdoor café nearby, we returned and paid the deposit. Not bad for a stroll on a sunny afternoon at the start of autumn. Quite a contrast with our last attempts (over a five week period) to find a place in the suburbs just a year ago.
To celebrate, we had dinner at Tre Kronor, a cozy little Scandinavian restaurant further north. I had the steak and I didn't regret it. The aspargus that came with it was fresh and cooked just right, tender but still crisp.