Andersonville, Andersonville

Today my roommate and I visited Andersonville, the North Side neighborhood of Chicago known for its Swedish heritage.  (Shout out to my friend and fellow blogger Brittany: if you come to Chicago again, WE NEED TO VISIT THE SWEDISH AMERICAN HERITAGE MUSEUM.  That is all.)

Here are a few other things I learned about Andersonville:

It has a pretty strong Middle Eastern population, judging by all the Middle Eastern cafes we passed by.

It has a lot of design-y, arty stores where you can buy trendy end tables and such. 

It’s not the kind of place to go when you feel like browsing a bunch of boutiques, which is what we were going to do, but whatever on that.

I did find this sweet old Polish woman selling jewelry, and bought a gorgeous green amber ring:

Then we stopped at the bookstore Women and Children First, which yeah, borders a little bit on anti-men sentiments, but still had a lot of interesting books and things.

Finally, we had gluten-free crepes at Icosium Café, which is Algerian, and had $3 glasses of juice.

I had pomegranate.

Roommate had mango. 

We ate our gluten-free crepes and talked about our dreams for the future.

Thanks, Andersonville.