There’s was no Saturday coffee last week. I was at the NEA RA.
Last night, Anne and I took Ulysses to Wilson beach on the Lakefront so he could play with the hundreds of other dogs at Chicago’s great contribution to dog owners: our own dog beach. We stopped on the way at Nhu Lan in Lincoln Square and picked up banh mi sandwiches and tofu spring rolls with peanut dipping sauce.
On a perfectly beautiful Chicago summer night we sat on the grass in the park near the beach and had a wonderful dinner.
Anne turned to me and asked, “Know what we haven’t done this summer?”
“Mario’s?”
“Mario’s!”
So the three of us jumped in the Mini, top down driving south on Lakeshore Drive and headed for Taylor Street and had cantaloupe Italian ice at Mario’s.
Fred Klonsky 
Another tale of life in the hellish urban jungle.