….Polo! as the shrill of the summer, poolside game goes. Last week we had our first dose of a different game: Polo. An ancient sport, which
some speculate was played before the birth of Christ. Its long history has many variations, once an Olympic sport, considered a bourgeois game. . . but, I can tell you, our experience was relaxed & comfortable.
Oak Brook Polo Fields have been a tailgate destination since the Roaring 20’s; through the hairy sixties and speedy eighties.
The picnic tradition thrives today. Just so happens, last weekend was a contest for the most elegant tailgate picnic.
Did someone say, contest?
I know I can be considered competitive, but my dear Catherine is sedulous. Second place is not an option. (I can attest to this fact, proven by the mountain of corporate awards found in every drawer, shelf, closet and cupboard of her home.) Anyway, Woody came up with the theme: Farm to Table; the local farmers market provided the goods, and Catherine’s elegant style graced the table:
I was totally looking forward to the Divot Stomp, but somehow I missed it – distracted in conversation, or attempting to get more photos.
Ultimately, our team won the match.
And, we are awarded for the best tailgate picnic at the 2016 opening game of the Chicago’s Cup!!
We’ve been eating pasta primavera ever since!