Special occasion today, and we went downtown to Chicago’s oldest Italian restaurant, The Village (since 1927).
Fortunately, they appear to have updated since 1927. It’s a cute place.
Seafood mannicotti, carpaccio, eggplant parmigiana, panna cotta. The red sauce tasted like real tomatoes! It did not come out of a Ragú jar, that’s for sure; I don’t know where they even get tomatoes that taste like that. Should’ve asked.
CVH liked the carpaccio; I thought it looked like a visit to a slaughterhouse, but as long as she is happy, I am happy.
