The best in town

Last Saturday, on our last night in Chicago, our plan had initially been to go back up the Hancock Tower to say goodbye to the city over a G&T and then grab a bite to eat, after packing though, we realised that we were a bit behind, it was bitter cold outside again and swirling with snow on the still northerly wind.

Now, there is a swanky little arcade below the hotel, with boutiques (Chanel!) and up market giftee shoppees, a bar and a restaurant called the Cape Cod Room. It had come recommended and had had good write-ups in all the guidebooks we had by now accumulated and it seemed a bit silly not to investigate it, not least as it would mean we wouldn't have to get wrapped up to go out in the cold again (pathetic I know, but sometimes it's just too much effort).

I'm glad we did investigate. We had planned to pop out for a gin, then pop back, but hey, we were there, we were tired, and we were seduced by the smells, and a particularly fine G&T too. Oh, the food was delicious too, by the way.

I'd recommend the Lobster Bisque if you're ever in the vicinity and a bit peckish.