Sunday, April 10, 2011


Last week when our friend was visiting, the first thing he wanted to do when he got into town was head over to the French Market for lunch.  I was more than happy to oblige.  I think this is a hidden jewel in Chicago, or maybe just one of those things you don't find out about until you live here.

One of the stalls in the French Market

On the day in question, I had already eaten lunch by the time he arrived, but I was excited to go along because of this:

Oops, I just salivated on my keyboard!

Where you can get this:

Pastries . . . 

And this:

And more pastries . . .

But I was there for this:

The last of the macarons, on a Tuesday afternoon.

I love the macarons at Vanille, and was disappointed that so few remained by the time we got there.  These were orange with chocolate filling, and were OK, but not nearly as good as the almond or pistachio ones I usually get.  My friend had a pear and almond tarte, which was really wonderful.  I have a rather unflattering photo of him scarfing it down, but I'll spare his pride by not sharing it!

If you find yourself in Chicago and in need of a fun little excursion, I'd say make your way over to the French Market!  Amusez-vous!


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