Andersonville

It was good to meet Sarah for dinner tonight. I finally got to experience Kopi a Traveler's Cafe, where I ate a meal called "sunshine on a shingle" and which is nestled in with a good slew of other cosy bookshops, churches, and food places on Clark Street. Back in the day, Clark Street was where Sweedish immigrants hung around to do their business. Except instead of condos around the corner, there was a fabulous cherry orchard. Today Andersonville is still known for something of a small town charm with an incredible about of independent and locally owned businesses.

I've always thought that this was confusing, but Andersonville is actually a part of a larger neighborhood called Edgewater.

Actually, that's really not that confusing. It's pretty straightforward. But I'm already getting grouchy about all the strange ways Chicago comes up neighborhoods and then sort of can't remember where they went.

Which is not the case with Andersonville. But still.