Heaven is Whole Foods

Our last full day in Chicago and I could move back tomorrow.

We have tried to save today for doing nothing but walking and wandering around downtown. Tonight we have dinner at friends, then tomorrow we are up early and out and back to Bermuda. It hasn’t been enough time especially when you lose two whole days travelling. There used to be a direct flight from Chicago to Bermuda but no longer, which means we leave the hotel here in the morning at 7am, and don’t get home indoors to gone 9.30pm.

It had been a year since I was here last so I had to take care of a few things but we have managed to see almost everyone we wanted to, plus revist a couple of old haunts but also explore some new places that a changing city of this nature is always going to provide.

Such as for example the absolutely stupendous Whole Foods in Lincoln Park. Yes a supermarket or grocery store as they are known in the States but one that you don’t even have to shop in. Ignore the isles of fresh and gorgeous foods but sit at the bar (there are at least four) and sup on one of the many draft micro brews and watch the sport on telly.

I had a pint (it may have been two) of Founders Centennial from Michigan, one of a range of about 15 drafts that will convince you that America can be more than just Budweiser. There was place in your trolley for your pint if you were in a rush and even a range of cans already in a brown paper bag for take-away. Genius.

It is true most men hate nothing worse than dragging around a supermarket, but actually Whole Foods was always my kind of heaven, and now they are serving beer I have written to St Peter to get my name down.