Highlight 1: The sun coming out while we ate in the echoingly empty, but still poorly staffed Zaytoon's on Vanderbilt.
Highlight 2: Visiting Unnanmeable Books' new location.
The store is bright, cozy and stacked. There is still a ton of small press gems, new and used, and a small selection of self-published stuff. I picked up a dollar book, (sadly, the prices are still about $2 more/book than I'd like to pay for casual book shopping), the reaction-packed namedThis is Not Chick Lit edited by Elizabeth Merrick. Despite the terrible cover, it contains original stories by a bunch of writers I am interested in like Aimee Bender, Samantha Hunt and Lynne Tillman. I am glad I found it.
The questions I'm left with is why, why, why doesn't Unnameble have a website and should I move to Prospect Heights?