Epicure. Gastronome. Foodie. Bon Vivant. Gourmet. Call us whatever you’d like, but we have discerning taste. And we’re hungry. And who do we have to kill to get a drink around here?

One part physicist, one part designer, we’re two starry-eyed twenty-somethings running across Chicago, spending our way to the poorhouse one paycheck and one graduate school stipend at a time. We might take in cocktails one night, brunch the following morning and a round of small plates for lunch, but we’re off like mad to sample all this Windy City’s got to offer. Whisky fuels the passion (neat for him, rocks for her) and a weird shared quirk where we finish half a banana before remembering we don’t really like bananas keeps us real. Our turn-ons are pork belly, a good beer list and the whole concept of amuse-bouche. Our turn-offs are lattes served in soup bowls and that pointing/thumbs up thing Guy Fieri always does.

We will be using this space to talk up our experiences, be they good, bad or so deliciously hazy that we’ll have to try again next weekend. Anything’s fair game and we’d love to hear some feedback from you. But only positive things like “I’m so jealous,” not any of that negative junk like “No one cares that you had foie gras again!” The occasional splurge adventure may feature here – like a trip to Grant Achatz’ much-buzzed about Next the second week it’s open! – but mostly we’ll live well in moderation – tasty libations at The Whistler or an Iron Maiden burger at Kuma’s, and halfway-to-gourmet dinners from scratch at home. 

So, our stomachs and livers are primed for extravagance, our fingertips are ready to type up the bragging and some friends are anxious to lob cheers or jeers. We’re making reservations… a Table for Two, please.