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