The weekend is a shot heard 'round the world.
The Sears Tower debuts its 103rd floor enclosed glass ledge, letting you step nearly four-and-a-half feet away from the building and stare straight down to Wacker Drive a vertigo-inducing 1,353 feet below. Consider the daredevil version of Google Maps.
What better way to celebrate our freedom than watching as 12 beautiful models proudly display the latest innovations in bikini technology at this River North lair's annual Fourth of July weekend kickoff party. Consider it your patriotic duty to attend.
Fried chicken and champagne are the Sandra Bullock and Jesse James of wine pairings: you can't explain why, but somehow it just works. So join as Lush pops corks on at least eight of its most spectacular (i.e., expensive) bubblies at a family-style all-you-can-eat buttermilk fried-chicken fest.
Catch Navy Pier's Saturday pyrotechnics from the just-opened Terrace at the Trump: they're serving pork-rib sandwiches and a Firecracker cocktail, featuring Trump vodka, muddled strawberries, an American flag and a lit sparkler. Just watch your eyebrows.
This side-street boîte unveils an old-fashioned, whack-'em-with-a-mallet, all-you-can-eat weekly crab boil. And in honor of the holiday, you can order a special three-martini flight, which comes in—wait for it—red, white and blue varieties. This really is a three-martini holiday.
