lula-ing at lula cafe

In the heart of Chicago’s Logan Square is the prettiest of places. Lula Café. I call it Lula for short.

Lula opened its doors more than 20 years ago. I remember it when I lived in Logan in 2000. (Wow, I’m old.) My boyfriend at the time was friends with one of the owners, Amalea. Lula was a comfy spot for eats and still is, all these years later.

I darted in this afternoon to get a bite, just as it started snowing outside. I was secretly thrilled to be back.

Snowy afternoons are made for places like Lula. And coffee.