Aye, aye, aye. All the distractions in Chicago. Instead of releasing a flock of posts I’ve decided to just recap my week of being Brazilian in Chicago:
Day 197: Mani Pedi Maintenance
On Day 197 of my challenge to be more Brazilian, Chicago edition, I was able to maintain my Brazilian standards of weekly required mani and pedi. But the experience is much different in Chicago. First, like a lot of U.S. nail salons, you get to sit in a pedicure massage chair with a foot sink full of nice warm water.
The massage options don’t stop there. A mani and pedi more often than not also includes a foot/leg and hand massage. This place, Pinky’s Nail Studio on Madison, provided a little back rub as well. All for $40. The other important difference is that manicurists in the U.S. don’t slop nail polish all over your digits and then clean up the excess, they carefully apply the polish only on your fingernails.
Day 198: The Kilo
On Day 198, I was able to enjoy one of my favorite Brazilian styles of food service, the kilo, at one of my favorite places – Whole Foods.
Day 199: Chicago Samba
The evening of day 199, I went to El Cid, a Mexican restaurant in Logan Square, to watch the trio Chicago Samba. While I didn’t eat much at the place, I wasn’t particularly impressed with the restaurant. And while it was fun to listen to live Brazilian music, I had hoped they would have played more classic Samba. As the outdoor patio began to fill, the trio went down the Brazilian rock road. Oh well.
Day 200: The Feira
While certainly a scaled back version of the feira around the corner from our Brazilian apartment, no meat or fish, it was fun to buy fresh vegetables.
Day 202: Pizza Like a Paulista
At the fabulous Pequod’s in Lincoln Park, I ate my Chicago style pizza the way they do in Sao Paulo, with a drizzle of olive oil. It was actually quite good as the thick crust of this famous pizza soaked up the oil. Yum.
I did intend to try another piece in a Rio way, but alas, the restaurant had neither ketchup nor mayonnaise.
Day 202: Mulheres Ricas
Ok, ok. I admit it. I miss hearing those raspy Brazilian voices calling “meu amor!” Despite my criticism of the show, I felt compelled to catch the season finale. I also need to run some Portuguese through my brain for fear that being away all these weeks will wipe out my already thin knowledge.
Nothing new to report. They are still shopping, Val is still an ignorant transvestite, and Lydia still looks like she belongs on Mob Wives. Oh yes, and they all still think they can dance.
Day 203: The Sao Paulo Dog
On Day 203, I returned to Sabor Express to try the hot dog given the name of my city.
The Sao Paulo is topped with mayo, ketchup, mozzarella cheese (real), pineapple, cilantro and potato sticks. It was pretty good. I must say I liked it better than The Rio. Even better, I added an açaí smoothie to my order.