The weekend is something you never write off.
An orgy of half-price Kobe corn dogs, BLT sliders and prime dry-aged rib eye sandwiches awaits you at the handsome River North lounge. Actually, it's less of an orgy and more of a fund-raiser for Art Smith's charity. Just consider these deductions the IRS wouldn't allow.
Now that your appetite for serious competition in Wrigleyville has been suitably whetted, we bring you Phase Two: a knock-down, drag-out axe battle between spandex-clad air guitar heroes miming their hearts out for a chance at immortality—or, barring that, airfare to the semifinals in NYC.
Like a butterfly trapped in amber, this wine cove on Armitage has been ready to open for months. It had the sparkly chandeliers, the dark and mysterious corners, the menu of imported meats and cheeses. Now that it actually has vino (a key ingredient), the only things missing are you and a date.
Sure, you'd like to single-handedly save the world—but a nice sidekick dressed in spandex wouldn't hurt. This superhero costume dance party—with scotch deals and gift certificates for prizes—is the perfect place to find one. Also: a good showcase for your superhuman dance moves.
Two simple rules for celebrating springtime in Rome: have access to a Vespa, and try not to drive on the sidewalk. Actually, since those also apply in Chicago, hit this soiree for the new Motoworks scooter showroom, featuring appetizers, cocktails and test-drives—but remember: never drink and scoot.
