Last week, when it was a bizarre but welcome 52 degrees outside, The Creative Director and I went on a Parisian minibreak in Chicago’s Gold Coast. I had a coupon for a one-night stay at the Sofitel that was about to expire, so we folded a few things into the vintage leather valise that TCD’s mother had just given him for Christmas and took the Red Line downtown... Read more
As a creative procrastination measure to avoid making her own New Year’s resolutions for 2011, The Chaser gets the job done for Chicago nightlife.
10: Hire more cicerones. “Cicerone” was a new word for me in 2010. Pronounced sis-uh-ROHN, these “beer sommeliers” are experts at helping drinkers find their next favorite brews... Read more
As I stood shivering last night on a Lincoln Park sidewalk, bitterly waiting for one of those waste-of-paper receipts to emit from a horrid parking box, I noticed a young couple exiting a nearby apartment building, hand in hand. “Where in the world is that girl’s coat?” I wondered, predicting pneumonia would put a damper on her holiday hi-jinks... Read more