September Sixteenth

September Sixteenth

Viva México!

How are you viviendo México hoy?

My coworker Juan asked me if I was going to celebrate today. I just laughed and said no. I’m tired and old. He just chuckled. I like Juan he’s quiet and seems sweet. He gives me first gen vibes.

Yesterday my neighborhood was wild and awake and full of energy. People were shouting at the top of their lungs and honking their horns in celebration. 

How do I vivir México?

I do that a lot. Speak Spanish in English.

It’s having a Spanish brain colonized by English speaking surroundings. “En esta casa se habla español,” becomes, “háblale a tus padres en español,” becomes “speak what you’re most comfortable in, they understand you anyway. They’ve lived here for a majority of their lives.”

It’s not being a “no sabo” kid. Thankfully, you’re not that bad. You tell them it’s ok, it’s not their fault they don’t know Spanish. But still, you clutch your gold name plate given to you by your Nina, and think, Como puede ser?

You can’t imagine not being able to jajaja con la Cuatro on Saturday nights, or fully understand how Chente was El Rey.

Yet every September you feel like you’re missing out.

I don’t really honk my horn or get dressed up with flags. Even though they’re readily available for weeks on every corner in my neighborhood.

It’s not my way. It’s not my tradition. My parents were not like that. And I guess that’s why I’m not either. We’re not. My sisters and I, the types to wear the red, white, and, green and wave flags on the corner. 

Sure we went to the parade downtown. Early in the morning on a Saturday. Stopping at the two story Mcdonald’s on Randolph and Dearborn for breakfast. But once the parade was over, we went home and packed up the flag for another year. 

What do you need a flag for? When you’ve got that huge nopal on your forehead?

How much does it matter?

Am I not Mexican enough when I say my last name in Español, or say mande when someone calls me in Spanish? Or how about when we get together to make tamales using my grandmother’s recipe?

These are the tiny flags I wave on a daily basis. The shouting I do from my kitchen.

Viva Mexico, every day.

Notes From a Walk

Notes From a Walk

I pulled a notebook from my shelf in order to do some journaling that my therapist recommended and I found this random note from like two years ago. I feel like it needed to see the light before I start journaling.

My mailbox is empty, save for the same fucking flyer that’s been in it since I moved in. Mail is a thing of the past and no one will write me.

Sometimes I think I should stop saying “fuck” but I can’t bring myself to.

Back of the Yards Coffee Co.

Back of the Yards Coffee Co.

When you grow up in a major city particularly one like Chicago that attracts thousands of tourists every single year, you take for granted that you live in a place that is full of unique and interesting restaurants, coffee shops, and bakeries.

As well as taking Chicago for granted, I find myself also staying in the same general area. This city is massive. And every neighborhood feels likes like a tiny city unto itself.

Living in a city with such an amazing food scene my goal has always been to try a local restaurant when I feel like eating out before I ever opt for a chain or fast food restaurant. My husband gets mad at me because he says I don’t let him eat at the same place twice. I’m sorry, but there are too many places to try to get stuck in a food rut.

I keep that same attitude towards coffee. Even if I currently have 415 stars on my Starbucks app. Don’t judge me. We all have our vices, and mine are convenience and consistency. A Starbucks drink will always taste the same. When you try a new place you have more of a chance of trying something that you hate. And there’s nothing that this Taurus hates more than spending money on something to eat or drink and being disappointed.

Today I happened to have an errand to run on the South side. Whenever I am somewhere in the city that I normally don’t frequent I pull up handy dandy Google maps, search “coffee shops near me,” and let the search engine gods steer me to someplace new.

I happened to be 1.9 miles away from Back of the Yards Coffee Co. so off I went.

The main entrance is located off of 47th street on Hoyne Avenue.

Parking was relatively easy to find on a Saturday afternoon which suited me just fine. After spending most of my life schlepping across the city on the CTA, I find it hard to give up driving my car around. That being said, I am grateful that Chicago has a pretty good public transit system. Big ups to the number 73 bus, she raised me.

As someone who has worked in customer service from coffee, to ice cream, to coat check, to logistics, I am always quick to judge a location by the vibe I get when I walk in the door and I’m happy to say that it was warm, friendly, and welcoming from the beginning.

Thankfully there was no one behind me while I studied the menu forever. Am I the only one who gets anxiety when trying to order something new?

After much thought and being told that their signature Xocolatte was sold out I got wild and ordered an iced horchata latte with oat milk. Dear reader, here is where I disclose to you the fact that my go to coffee drink is hot coffee, with a dash of creamer and some sort of sugar free sweetener. I am unfortunately a creature of habit, so this latte was me letting my hair down. This was my first time trying oat milk and I was pleasantly pleased. The horchata flavor was delicate and not not overly sweet. A nice balance with the espresso.

My manicure is criminal but this latte is definitely an upstanding citizen.

I was feeling peckish so I also ordered their egg, bacon and jalapeño kolache for the road. I was tempted to try one of their lonches, which are a type of mexican sandwich, but I wasn’t looking for anything too substantial and the kolaches are a smaller savory option on their menu.

Also their lonche menu just gave me another reason, besides not being able to try the Xocolatte, to make a trip back.

Resilient and robust.” Same, BOTYCC, same.

Back of the Yards Coffee Co was definitely worth the trip out and I ended up taking a bag of ground coffee for the house.

Back of the Yards Coffee Co.

2059 W. 47th Street

Chicago, IL. 60609

Vibe: Solid.

Variety of coffee drinks: Substantial

Variety of pastries: did not notice besides the small case on the counter

Variety of savory options: Substantial

Likelihood of me returning: Definite

Stay caffeinated!

Searching For a Light

Searching For a Light

This weekend my fiancé and I took a drive up to Wisconsin and went camping. Since it was my first time and I’m not big on just sitting around all day we took a couple of day trips to nearby lighthouses.

This was my favorite lighthouse. Out on a peninsula, Asylum Point park in Oshkosh, WI, the only bridge out to it has been lost to the elements.
This was the first one we drove to in Neenah, WI. Cute, but a little anticlimactic.
This one in Fond du Lac was the only one you could climb up, however it was closed for the season.