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I adventured all the way up to the far North side, beyond Devon Ave, to the part of the city where the grid breaks down and I no longer recognize whether I'm in Chicago or Skokie, or even which way is the lake. It was a journey to hang with my friend Whitney, to go… Continue reading First Slice Pie Cafe
Following my early morning adventure, I returned to the hotel to knock out. Regrettably, I did not text my friend, who was worried all day. I finally awoke to loud rapping on the door to my room. It was dark outside. Groggily, I got out of bed and greeted Tiago, my friend and colleague from… Continue reading Pontual
My Portuguese videogame friend, who I was meeting for the first time that day, already knew me well enough to know that high on the list for my first visit to her country was the Francesinha. My first night in town she took me to Requinte, in neighboring Matosinhos, one of the most respected and… Continue reading Francesinha
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