There are few things we long for at YSF other than disposable trust funds (& calories) so we decided to take a fork-full of Sunday and venture over to a slice of heavenly obesity at the Bucktown Apple Pie Fest.
But first, champagne...
Between scarfing, I mean nibbling on freshly fried dough and sipping champagne time moved faster than our metabolism. So, we caught up accordingly. (See below).
Following our stomachs' biological clocks, we made our way to In Pie We Crust and were pleasantly surprised by earth-tone decor cleverly clashing with a Jonathan Adler-esque mosaic.
In search of the head-turning looqs, we took to the green. Honestly, the chicest looqs were inside the children's bouncy house, but calling kids fat isn't on the list of our top five favorite things to do (out loud), so we focused on adults. Soon enough we found ourselves surrounded by fur and monochrome.
Full disclosure: Alexandra was our first street style victim (emphasis on victim) and despite our put-together looqs, the words "You're Still Fat" did not correlate, resulting in an unfinished hot dog and gold lamé lip gloss. A, you're chic. Please accept our champagne-soaked apology.
After venturing into a pastry-filled upper level, we spotted Nathan amongst patriotic flags, polyester, and pumpkins.
When prompted on pie: "Pear Cranberry. The best. Always the best."
We asked, gluten free?
They replied, "Fuck no."
Sporting grey locks and purple tips, Polly was more than happy to share the pie that tickled her (& Honest Abe's) fancy.
"All about the apple."
We walked away feeling full of the chicness that pie brings to a community, longing only for one thing: Big Star.
Special thanks to our on-site photographer, Christina. With her lens, the camera only added 0.5 lbs.