A fight took place Saturday morning. In one corner there was my cloud-like, Heavenly bed. In the other the sunshine and beautiful weather. Just kidding, it was coffee. After a few rounds and a few dirty hits, coffee won out. Coffee always wins.
Fully caffeinated and a good stroll later, we left the boys to football and headed across the river.
Before even thinking of moving from the city, I became a Broadway in Chicago subscriber. As luck would have it, one of my tickets was for this weekend so I rushed to the website to grab an extra, last minute ticket for my mom.
The Bank of America Theater is right downtown in the Loop. It’s beautiful inside but is pretty cramped. If you’re claustrophobic and you sit in the balcony, wait until everyone else has left before attempting to go down the stairs. Everyone is packed in, trying to get out. You know the feeling of trying to put on jeans a size too small? That’s how it felt walking down the stairs with the masses.
If it doesn’t bother you, I can’t recommend the balcony enough. I mean, look at this view:
As for the show, I can’t recommend it highly enough. I knew nothing about it going in and by the end, it officially made my list of favorite musicals.
I won’t give away too much away but the basic storyline is about a man, Monty Navarro, who finds out, after his mother passed away, that she was born into a wealthy family. When she married his father, the family had disinherited her for marrying below her class. Monty looks into the family and realizes he’s 8th in line to become Earl and goes about murdering those before him so he can jump the line of succession.
Sounds like a dramatic and gruesome play but it’s uproariously funny and clever. I can’t recommend it enough!
After the show, as per usual, we were starving. I would love to say we went to a hidden Chicago gem but, honestly, I wanted pizza and no place has better pizza than Eataly.
If you’ve never been, all you need to know is that Eataly has everything that’s good in this world. Plus you’re allowed to walk around with a glass of wine. Try to beat that.
We sat at the bar sipping on wine, surrounded by buffalo mozarella (my not so secret dream) and watching the chefs make each pizza like a work of art.
We left happy and humming our favorite Gentleman’s songs, then raced back home to our marshmallow beds.