Mike Doyle is a longtime autistic, gay, Jewish, Disnerd Chicago blogger.
Food and Drink
Last weekend, foodie partner-in-crime Jamie and I headed to Andersonville's Icosium Kafe crepe joint to flee the downtown Air & Water Show crowds. And you can head over to Gapers Block today to read my review of the place.
Life
American Apparel must feel vindicated right now. Last year, after the depression diet that followed my breakup with Devyn, I was happy to discover two things: St. Johns Wort is like God's Zoloft without the sexual side-effects; and I was trim enough to shop at the official clothing retailer of Ameri
Food and Drink
This week, I am your official Internet media whore, friends. On the heels of yesterday's debut of my Huffington Post Chicago byline, beginning today you can also find my words in Drive-Thru, the foodie section of Chicago's venerable Gapers Block news and features site.
Media
Last month, Huffington Post's Chicago editor asked me to be a part of the widely read political news and blogging site's local debut by joining their invitation-only stable of bloggers. Instead of yes, I believe my answer was, 'How high?'
Media
Last week's newest bloodletting at Sam Zell's Chicago Tribune saw bone start to be jettisoned along with flesh. On top of hundreds of job losses since the beginning of the year, early-buyout exits by managing news editor Hanke Gratteau and public editor Timothy McNulty-along with two dozen other cor
Marina City
I am a glutton for punishment. I have the evidence to prove it: this week I signed my fourth lease for life in my Marina City high-rise home. Unfortunately, a recent flyer slipped under proves the drama in the corncobs continues. And that the condo office staff still hasn't mastered the finer points
Life
Let the gay community come and take my toaster oven back. I'm not a fan of Market Days. Yes, I know it's the largest street festival in the Midwest and the high point of Chicago's LGBT calendar. To me, it always feels like a Queer Taste of Chicago. And by the time Market Days rolls around, I've alre
Chicago
'My earliest memory (or so I have been told) is being two years old year old and not so ceremoniously introduced to my new Lithuanian toddler neighbor in a sandbox. She began yammering at me in baby Lithuanian. I responded in baby English. We seemed to understand each other just fine. That's life fo
Chicago
The day I celebrated my 38th birthday by visiting my favorite Windy City hot wings joint, I never expected to have to outrun funnel clouds on a mad dash to make it safely home. Until the moment when every tornado siren in Chicago sounded the alarm.
Backstory
Recently, the Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual & Transgender Center in New York profiled GLYNY Again in its monthly video features program, Out at the Center. That's the alumni group for Gay and Lesbian Youth of New York, America's first-ever gay youth group, of which I was an active member from 1986 through
Getting Around
The easiest jollies for eligible Chicagoans can be found on any Lake Shore Drive northbound express bus. If your knees and your bottom can stand it. It's become a fact of life on every 140-something articulated express bus between Michigan Avenue and points nearer to the Arctic Circle. From Belmont
Getting Around
It's a fair question. New York City has its subway. Boston has its T. Washington D.C. has its Metrorail. London has its Underground. Paris has its metro. In all of those cities, the colloquial name for the rapid-transit system is emblazoned on maps and signs, used in official documents, and pushed f