Saturday, February 11, 2012
Last week my dad took Nick and me to the Italian neighborhood on Harlem Ave., where my grandma used to live. The ostensible purpose of our trip was to visit Palermo Bakery, one of the best places for cookies in Chicago. (And we found a cassata, but more on that later). But while we were there we stopped at Caffe Italia, a slick, touristy-looking caffe that actually turns out some genuinely spectacular food and coffee.