When missing your flight has its perks

Stupidly, I missed my flight to Portland this morning. I scolded myself for a few hours before giving up and heading back to the apartment in Chicago. Instead of staying mad at myself for the rest of the day, I decided to seize it! What better to cure a flight-missing than a nice Sunday Brunch in Chicago?

I’m staying in Logan Square in Chicago’s north side. I’m only about 15 minutes from the Blue Line (that will quickly take me to O’Hare International for whenever I get the urge to jump on a plane). After punishing myself by lugging my huge 65 litre backpack and laptop back 2 miles to the apartment, some cheering up was in order.

This is what my ideal Sunday brunch looks like:

Hey, maybe I should miss my flight to Portland more often. In any case, I was a little bummed out about not going anywhere today as I planned. But it turns out, I DID go somewhere- To Mexico! (Or so the sign at El Cid said):

Yes, missing my flight this morning did suck. But it did give me a day to explore a new favorite restaurant, have a delicious brunch with my friend, and appreciate home for one more day.

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If you want to visit El Cid (and you should!) it’s located at 2645 N. Kedzie Ave. in Chicago’s Logan Square neighborhood. Sit outside, you won’t regret it!