Are you there, God? It’s me, Weekend.
Your Perks: 1) A curated selection of the 20th century’s most iconic timepieces. And by that we mean Rolex, Cartier and the like. 2) A personally engraved bottle of Kentucky bourbon. “Happy Father’s Day” —You. 3) Enough Hugo Boss polos to kill a man. Kidding. Polos are generally nonviolent.
Coffee Title Bout time.
In one corner: New Lincoln Square coffee roaster Groundswell is doing admirable things to
single-origin beans.
In the other corner: Black Cat Nitro from River North’s Beatrix. It’s kegged
coffee with triple the caffeine and a Guinness-like foam.
Decision: everybody wins.
This weekend, a dusty, disused railway line becomes the 606, promising bucolic views, serene bike trails, tended jogging paths... and opening-weekend dance parties and beer tents. Because, as of right now, there are still no tended dancing and drinking paths in the city.
Setup: How many food trucks in Pilsen does it take to satisfy your cravings for coffee, donuts, empanadas, lobster rolls, pizza, tamales and duck-fat Belgian frites, all set to the music of a mariachi band? Punch line: This weekend-long food truck convoy. It’s not funny because it’s not a joke.
You know that show Deadliest Catch, where fishermen risk life, limb and hypothermia to bring you fresh seafood? This new Wicker Park seafood shop is exactly like that, except not dangerous at all, not on a boat, not Alaskan-king-crab-based... but seriously, the fish—all flash-frozen—is pretty damn exciting.
