Remember that one time when we planned a post-work rendezvous at Little Goat in the West Loop?
We walked into a beautiful space that seemed nothing like a diner. We sat down, quickly scanned the menu….
And immediately decided to eat ALL OF THE BAD THINGS. Exhibit A:
Fried pickles and onion rings with curry mayo and ranch.
Oh. My. God.
Then veggie quesadillas for me, a patty melt with tempura mashed potatoes for you.
Right when we hit our lowest point during dinner (see: full binge mode, stomach at max capacity) your Nike FuelBand decided to tell us, but mostly you, actually only you, that your lazy ass needed to do something. ANYTHING.
After 5 straight minutes of weepy laughter, we interpreted the Nike FuelBand “quick win” message as us needing to speedily place a dessert order, which promptly resulted in this…
Thanks Sara for being my dinner date, and for also having a similarly massive appetite that could only be sufficed by a Goat feast.
Little Goat, I owe you another visit to really get the full lowdown. Until next time…