Fall might be my favorite season in Chicago. I love when the air gets crisp, the leaves start changing colors, and the whole city takes on a golden glow. Last year, I wasn’t prepared for the weather–in St. Louis, fall happens gradually, and you ease into the cold. In Chicago, fall sneaks up on you, and takes you by surprise. For some reason, I like this better.

But fall in Chicago also means rain–and a lot of it. I went out this morning to meet someone for coffee, and the puddles were already up to my ankles. I carry an umbrella, but sometimes it feel more like decoration: between the gusts of wind (it’s called the Windy City for a reason) and the sheer amount of rain, it doesn’t provide much protection.

So it’s nice when you find a place like First Slice Pie Cafe. When I walked through the door, it felt like coming home. The cafe was warm and welcoming, a selection of delectable baked goods were displayed prominently on the counter, and a glass case filled with a dozen pie varieties beckoned me over. I was in pie heaven. Did I mention that I could smell the butter and sugar two blocks away?

I had a hard time deciding between Traditional Apple and Michigan Sour Cherry. But when the barista said the Sour Cherry was the house specialty, my decision was made. I am not usually a huge fan of cherry pie, but this was hands down the best pie I’ve ever tasted in my life. I’m not exaggerating!
The cherries were plump and fresh, the crust was buttery and flaky, and there was the perfect amount of sugar dusted across the top. Just thinking about it makes me want another slice.

On my walk back to the train, I spied some fall leaves in a tree.