Toward the end of our trip in Chicago, finding a place to eat became an increasingly difficult task. One breakfast place was only open on the weekend. The Art Institute's culinary school only served lunch. And we always discovered these things after we arrived at the doors hungry. The same happened again on our last morning. We must have passed by Wow Bao, a place whose name we loved to repeat, at least a dozen times all week, and it was always open until we decided to eat there. So we headed instead, frozen and malnourished, into a cafe that advertised brioche in its windows. I love me a loaf of brioche. Except that they had no brioche, just bad French toast and fun crayons. I don't know why they insisted on lying to us over and over again, but they did. You'll note in the picture that a very starved Schlotty is standing next to a (irony lost at the moment) "now open for breakfast" sign. Chicago may be a friendly city, but it's full of deceit. No wonder they call it the Windy City.
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