When you tell people you live downtown, the second thing they always ask (after they ask where you park) is where you shop for food. But what’s equally important to know is how. And if you didn’t just fall off the suburban boat yesterday, it’s not done with a car.
People who don’t live downtown always assume you can’t shop for groceries down here. They all think our only option is the Dominick’s at Madison and Halsted, ’cause that’s all they see from the Kennedy. Truth is, I’m closer to more supermarkets down here than I ever was when I lived north of North…and closer to the more, um, interesting people who shop in them.
Today, Yours Truly leaves with Devyn for three days in Sacramento, CA. He’s going to visit his parents. I’m going to meet them for the first time. Wish me luck.
The damned midcentury-modern chair wouldn’t fit into the back seat without a fight. It was a fight that I lost. Trying to shift the front passenger seat forward to make more room, my back made a crunch that I heard, without the aid of air-carried sound waves. Waiter, check please.
This morning, a promotion took place on North Michigan Avenue for a chain of coffee counters located only in BP gas stations. Which aren’t located within two miles of North Michigan Avenue. Can it just be me who thinks this is a silly thing to promote to city dwellers?
I just get finished giggling about the LaSalle Bank float that got stuck under the Lake Street ‘L’ during the White Sox parade when, lo, what do I encounter on my walk to work this a.m. at Lake and Wabash? Another stuck truck.
It is ingrained in a New Yorker to expect that you take your life in your hands when you wade into a crowd of a million of your least-close friends for any reason save the Macy’s Parade. So you’ll pardon me if I marvel at the civility that took place at last week’s Sox Parade in Chicago.
The good news: Marina City has 1960s state-of-the-art architecture. The bad news: Marina City has 1960s state-of-the-art technology.
When you live and work downtown, those lunchtime eateries we all frequent on weekdays merit added importance–and scrutiny. Comparing Oasis middle-eastern takeout with Marshall Field’s food court on opposite sides of Wabash, the one spectacularly worth making a special trip for is not the one you might think.
The street work that closed the Wabash Avenue Bridge is coming to an end. As the cute little sand tubers exit the east end of IBM Plaza and cars return, something else will exit, too: quiet.