Why Do Drivers Hate Cyclists?

Practically any mention of bikes versus cars on the internet incites a flamewar. It’s a curious phenomenon, particularly given the minor threat bikes pose to cars. Nonetheless, I’m convinced that drivers are more afraid of bicyclists than vice versa.

Best New Hotels: Seven Spots to Please a Spectrum of People and Budgets

CROWD PLEASERS: Your siblings, your uncle, and your in-laws? Everyone you know is coming to town this spring, and not only are you the object of their affection—you’re responsible for showing them a good time. We scouted Chicago’s bumper crop of new hotels, all opened within the last five years, and selected an option for every visitor on your list.

Beef in a Glass: Bridge Bar Narrows the Food/Beverage Gap

I ate beef jerky for the first time in my life last night. I drank beef jerky for the first time, too. The Creative Director and I were at Bridge Bar (315 N. Lasalle St.), the so-called “cocktail kitchen” above Fulton’s on the River, which celebrated its opening night Monday with a tasting of nine craft cocktails and a few plates from its quirky food menu…

Sampling

An essential of the interior design business is the sample. We receive lots of samples in the office and often they’re just too pretty to throw away. ..

The Word "Hipster" Shall Always Be With Us

A prehistory of Chicago hipsters, in which we meet Harry “The Hipster” Gibson and Lord Buckley, discuss the important difference between “beat” and “beatnik,” and scare the cool kids away from our less-than-fair city with Aristotle and crappy weather.

Chic Boutique Opens in Lincoln Park

All That Glitters
Back in 2005, the Chicago native Monique Scott was designing her wedding invitations with bead wrappings when she realized something about herself. “I had always been very creative and would also accessorize my clothes,” she says, “so I just told myself, I could design jewelry, and I did it…”

No Shining Moment: One Tournament, 64 Teams, 7 Deadly Sins

For all its promise, the NCAA basketball tournament, like Tootsie Rolls and every Wes Anderson film after Rushmore, can only disappoint. It’s not just the brackets—the goddamn brackets—whose untold drama and fury on Thursday morning are a red-penned clusterfuck on Monday. It’s what the brackets represent: The annual reminder you’re not half as smart or crafty as you believed yourself, all your inadequacies and unforgivable sins spelled out on one handy 64-team grid…

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Cover Story   Bound for Glory by Bryan Smith In the spring of 1991, Michael Jordan and the Chicago Bulls had yet to win even a conference title. But that year, they finally learned to play as a team, won the NBA championship, and gave birth to a dynasty. Two decades later, key players and … Read more