Bad Guy Hideout

People love it so much, they will camp out in tents with average overnight lows in the teens,  year after year, to be the first in line for ice cream the day this ice cream shop opens. Except for ya-wanna-know-what is even better than their ice cream? Frozen bananas on a stick with sprinkles for hair and M&M for eyes and nose so it looks like a human banana and it’s called a “banana man” (or woman, let’s not be sexist/sexy). Us Bad Guys haven’t camped out to be the first in line for anything in our lives but this is mostly because there hasn’t been a concert called: James Franco plays a guitar, sings songs off The White Album, and endless popcorn is available.

Today, Us Bad Guys went to Chinatown for some  pho and because we like to drive around for 30 minutes looking for parking on Sundays. Bad Guy T found the visit disappointing, as it was not “1970s Chinatown. You know, with switchblades and knifefights.” Instead we got bubble tea with pearls, sweet rolls, smash toys and colorful candy. Chinatown just isn’t what it used to be in movies.

1970’s Polaroid Break!!!

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When I was a child, I thought my parents were gross for reusing plastic ziploc baggies because ‘what if my peanut butter and jelly sandwich crumbs didn’t entirely get washed out and now my Cheetos paws are in the bag and that is *soooo grossss*.’ Well gosh darn look who’s the fool now because I think this London grocery store is simply devine.  It’s called Unpackaged and there needs to be more of these in ‘merica. You bring your own bags and containers and reuse them over and over- cutting down on packaging helps the environment and lowers prices. And it’s a cute, clean shop, far from the masses of creepy molesters that are always lurking around the canned fruit or frozen pizza aisle at your local dirty Jewel-Osco. Don’t pretend like you haven’t noticed them. They’re there.  Check out the photos here. (Of Unpackaged, not creepy frozen pizza guys).  lalalala…

Photo via GOOD, via the Unpackaged website.

Us Bad Guys officially have seasonal affective disorder so it’s now time to do everything we can to be happy. Which means, pretending we are in France by going to the newly opened “Chicago French Market.” It was very lovely but our comment in the non-existent ’suggestion box’ was that the French Market should play French music. Kings of Leon and Eric Clapton unplugged are nice and all, Mayor Daley, but would it have hurt you to hire a French music consultant to make you an ipod playlist for opening weekend? Le sigh.