Who knows; had things been different, I might have been the next musical child prodigy with Mozart’s early influence (I did get to see Mozart's Vienna apartment during our European River Cruise last fall); I might have written over 600 pieces of music in my lifetime; at the very least, I might have opened a restaurant and called it Cosi, after Mozart’s opera Cosi fan tutte and become an overnight success.
Oh, wait! Somebody beat me to the punch.
Actually, they don’t serve punch at Cosi. They’re more into espressos, lattes, teas, soups, sandwiches, salads and my personal favorite, the Cosi Bowl.
Apparently the original owner was inspired by a Parisian café that bore the name Cosi and undoubtedly offered the same warm inviting spot to sit and have coffee, see friends and neighbors and grab a bite to eat. As is so often the way with the American dream and success, the original owner sold out to corporate America; Capitol C Restaurants, the same fellas that own Qdoba Mexican Grill, now own Cosi.
historic buildings, the ones with character and substance; like me. Restorations aren’t in my future, although there is all that time served in the gym lately. It sure takes time to turn back the hands of time (and twenty pounds!).
Jimmy and I are like two peas in a pod; often happens to old, married couples. He went with a Cosi Bowl too, although Jimmy opted for the Korean BB Pork version. Pork is his favorite meat. I love chicken, and avocado; the Adobe Chicken was calling out to me.
The flatbread that came with the Cosi Bowl was beyond delicious; it was fantastic, the perfect combination of fresh, flakey and tasty.
Of course, they bake all their bread on the premises, so fresh is a given.
Jimmy and I left more than satisfied with lunch, with our Mayslake visit earlier that morning, with the beautiful, albeit downright cold spring day; and certainly more than content with the knowledge that life is truly delicious, especially when shared with the love of your life.