There they were. Under the sink. A whole box of them minding their own business. But I wasn’t. I had gone out with her and mutual friends the night before, not planning to have a slumber party. There was only one issue, that night before was February 13th. We had two beers at her place […]Read more "Valentine by default"
It was the fastest he moved all week. The train had already begun its forward momentum as he darted down the grooved, rubber-lined aisle toward the doors. He used to run hurdles in high school, but that was 20 years ago. Laptop bags and purses replaced the 42-inch high plastic bars he used to fly […]Read more "The Speed of Purpose | train tales"
Goo-ing and gah-ing, the couple made noises reserved for newborns as they waited on the slush-covered platform for the 8:01AM train. Snow started falling as if a theater assistant was high above on the catwalk and sprinkling the perfect amount of snow to set the winter scene. “I’ll call you as soon as I get […]Read more "Rough Life | Train Tales"
December 31, and the week leading up to it, has always been of interest to me. The culmination of a calendar year causes me, and seemingly every other blogger, to reflect on the past year’s events, what happened, what didn’t, where’d they go, what did they cook/eat, who did they date. The arbitrary nature of time demarcators has […]Read more "A Year of Adventures and Doing Stuff"
There are some men who can call others “cats” and it’s cool. Greg Seider is one of those men. Seider took a sip of his negroni, pursed his lips and gave a nod of satisfaction. He passed around the tumbler–like a priest giving out sacramental wine–filled with the amber concoction, orange peel and large, square ice […]Read more "The Art of the Cocktail with Greg Seider"
It pains me to give a low rating to a taqueria. Even at its worst, Mexican food is always a good decision. With my office’s move to the city, I have to find a new burrito spot. Sadly, La Cocina isn’t it. Upsides: Their staff was friendly and the service was fast. The burrito, however, […]Read more "Quest for Chicago’s Best Burrito | La Cocina"
“It’s been like this every day since we opened a week ago. 11AM to 11PM.” That’s what the menu hander outer woman said to the woman behind me in line. Going with coworkers for lunch I was the lucky one, a rare occurrence. I had previously experienced the shake shack in NYC. I waited there […]Read more "Shake Shack Arrives in Chicago | An Apology to Arteries"