On my mom's recommendation, we set out for Marigold in the middle of various downtown errands. After a brisk walk across the Square, we ducked down Pinckney Street (right behind the Walgreen's -- you can't miss it!) to find a cozy nook teeming with lunch-ers and savory smells. This HAD to be the place.
We split a grilled cheese (OMFG, guys), chicken soup and took a seven-layer bar for later.
-The sandwich was perfect perfect perfect: cheddar, a little goat cheese, tomato on rosemary bread. The sandwich wasn't too greasy or heavy. It was grilled cheese nirvana.
-My soup was filled with chicken, green stuff (kale, maybe?) and quinoa. It gave me a savory remedy to some early-fall sniffles and encourages me to try to make it myself.
-Seven layer bar requires no explanation.
Sometimes I don't take my mom's advice, but that day I was so happy I did. Marigold is a fantastic little gem hidden among state government buildings and tourist-y cheese shops, and I'm so glad I found it!