Seeing Purple … and Red
I don't mean to come off like some angry young man, but enough's enough. At my place of employment, The Moon Bar by Texas...
Food Goes in Here
About a month and a half ago, a woman came into The Boiled Owl Tavern on the Near South Side during my happy hour...
Underground Resurgence?
Here's the thing: I love bars. I love playing in them, and, believe or not, I love working in them. Even when sorority girls...
Island in the Stream
I used to be a fan of pirates -- at least until everyone ran pirates into the ground. I still harbor a love for...
Teed Off
Allegedly in golf parlance, the final approach is the part of that whack-the-little-white-ball game when you're within spitting distance of that little patch of...
Take Me To The River (Bottom)
Lotsa people just get too caught up in categorizing stuff. Is this "authentic" Mexican food or Tex-Mex? Is this "authentic" blues or "white-boy" blues?...
R.I.P. to the Old Downtown Scene?
Not to be maudlin, but lately I’ve been thinking a lot about dying. I’m turning 40 in a week, but that is not causing...
Cheddar’s: Facepalm Beach
You know how people make enthusiastic, passionately committed plans to do a particular activity (“We should rent kayaks/go to the State Fair/sneak into this...
Don’t Touch My Taco
You know those people who freak out when you say the word ‘moist?’ That’s me with the word “foodie.” If I mention that I...
Fly Me to the Moon
Airports get a bad rap. Sure, there's the waiting and the people and the security guards who look a little too frickin cheerful to...
