Mike Doyle is a longtime autistic, gay, Jewish, Disnerd Chicago blogger.
Backstory
Today, with the world again awash in retrospect, I usually prefer to be blogging about about courtesy, or kittens, or one of any number of safer, happier, topics. Seven years on and I had originally thought not to mark the occasion again. At some point, we just have to emotionally let go inside, or
Backstory
You have better things to do today than surf through lunch on the Internet on the anniversary of 9/11. There are important people in your life and you know you've been taking them for granted. Yes, I'm talking to you. Now get off the Internet, pick up the phone, and tell them so: husbands; wives; li
Elsewhere
This is an epic post, so let me eat my words up front. Despite my pre-trip trepidation to travel to the land of the abandoned subway, as it turned out, Cincinnati is cool. And don't you know, ex-New Yorker and current Downtown Chicagoan that I am, I half-expect to turn into a pillar of salt for sayi
Politics
They say there are two sides to every story. I give you my interpretation of the inner voice inside Sarah Palin's head during her GOP vice-presidential nomination acceptance speech. With tongue stuck firmly in cheek.
Getting Around
Last spring, Ron Huberman's CTA planning masters came up with a rotten plan to shut off all weekend 'L' service on Lake Street and Wabash Avenue to speed up track work. I and others lambasted the plan, and it was revised. Unfortunately, it was only revised to miss the downtown festival season. It's
Politics
Oh, what an agida-inducing weekend that was. That's my excuse, anyway, for the tardiness of my Cincinnati trip report and Brendan Reilly interview. Every time I tried to finish writing them, another one of my friends was either dumping their boyfriend, being dumped themselves, or calling me after be
Media
It's not nice to fool with Mother Nature. Just ask Matt B. (aka 'Polomex'), scribe of the Chicago Traveler blog and current refugee from the onslaught of the Gulf Coast's pesky new resident, Hurricane Gustav.
Food and Drink
Today on Gapers Block, read my comparison of the two thin-crust pizzas in New York Pizza Slice Smackdown, and my attempt to like something–anything–of the merely Fair Fare at Francesca's Forno. Note to Santullo's: places like Francesca's and New York Slices are why I love you so.
Elsewhere
Ohio? Why, oh why, oh why-oh? Because Yours Truly needs a break from his breakneck work and blogging schedule, and new friend Jamie needs to go check on things at the Cincinnati abode he ditched eight weeks ago for a new life in Chicago. In fact, in my five years as a Chicagoan, I actually haven't v
Food and Drink
Your mileage may vary, but my favorite Windy City grilled cheese just got extra buttery. It's at my equally favorite neighborhood brunch joint, downtown Chicago's Orange on Harrison. Read all about the sandwich of my dreams in my review of Orange on Harrsion today on Gapers Block.
Life
It's a train that enters the station with Swiss Rail precision. Whenever a downtown Chicago resident rightfully complains about neighborhood noise, some local wag tells us to grin and bear it. Here's what I think those local wags can do.
Marina City
Kneeling in front of the toilet bowl shortly after I moved into my Marina City high-rise home, I realized there are some things newbie tower dwellers have to learn for themselves. No matter how long you stare at the water line, you're not going to see evidence of the building swaying. That was an ea