No, the title of this post is not some clever play on words that I came up with in reference to someone getting fired. It's the name of the shop where Michael and I recently went for a couple's cooking class. My sister in law had given us a gift certificate last Christmas for this place and it somehow got filed away and forgotten about. Now that we are looking for fun things to do on the weekends that don't involve late nights at bars, it was the perfect time to dust off the gift card and sign up for a class. We chose a Parisian "date night" class and scheduled it as part of Michael's birthday weekend extravaganza (something I am a big fan of).
Downstairs is a cute kitchen supply store (with a demo kitchen) and upstairs (where our class was) is the hands-on class area. The room has big window walls that overlook a nice stretch of Lincoln Square (our favorite Chicago neighborhood) which added to the great atmosphere. It was super fun and I'd highly recommend taking a class there if you live in Chicago.
Finished product: Filet mignon with herb butter, truffle fries, petite salad, cheese soufflé, and pot de creme (not pictured)