The weekend is the week's special sauce.
Summer may be over, but at least you can still enjoy the soundtrack. The British duo behind "That's Not My Name" holds a last-minute performance on Rockit's upstairs stage just for you—and everyone else who wants to squeeze in after work. Pretend you're at North Avenue Beach.
You can consider this the foodie version of Taste of Chicago—two days, 100 chefs (from Aglibot to Zweiban), 300 winemakers and 65 distillers, plus Food Network's Ted Allen popping the cork at the opening ceremony in his official capacity as Robert Mondavi's "wine ambassador." Chicago-Napa relations have never been better.
John Allan's is such a full-service men's salon, they'll even come to you. Well, as long as you happen to be at Barneys on Oak Street this Saturday when they're offering haircuts, shoe shines and manicures for absolutely no charge. You've been overpaying for manicures for too long, anyway.
A parking lot brimming with 16 of Chicago's most esteemed rib specialists can only mean good things are happening, right? (Well, unless you happen to be a pig.) Somewhere through the smoke you'll find Top Chef winner Stephanie Izard looking for the best bones in town.
Your mother's admonition about wearing clean underwear finally bears fruit (of the loom) when Crobar waives the night's cover to reward those throwing off their denim shackles to reveal their skivvies, boxers or pink thong lacey things. We can't wait to see what the girls wear.
