Jeff has been sick with bronchitis for the last two weeks. He’s been lying low so we haven’t ventured into downtown Chicago yet. But, I was able to drag my sick husband over to Devon Avenue for what is as close as I think you can get to India in Chicago. Devon Avenue is a long mutli block corridor of Indian restaurants, sari shops, Indian video stores and grocery stores.
First we ate some of the most amazing Indian food we’ve had in a long long time.
After dinner, I walked up and down the street, peeking into sari stores and peeking into all kinds of cool shops.
Poor Jeff had to wait in the car with the heat on, but I didn’t let a little thing like a husband with a lung infection stop me from looking around. Not only were the sari’s amazingly beautiful. The mannequins didn’t disappoint either.
If you are ever in Chicago and dying for a samosa, you have to go to check out Devon Avenue. It’s more than just a place with good Indian restaurants. It’s a glimpse into a really cool ethnic neighborhood. That is one of the things I love about Chicago. Sure there is the Sears (Willis) Tower, Michigan Ave, and Art Institute that make Chicago great, but the thing I love about Chicago are all the ethnic neighborhoods.
I’ve postponed the White Castle slider eating contest until Jeff feels better. I already know I’m going to win, but I want there to be a little competition.