There’s a stretch of Clybourn that for three or four blocks has no bar. No little neighborhood dive. No club. No sports place wallpapered with flat-screen TVs.
It’s just a strip of chain restaurants, chain stores, banks, pet places (a lot of pet places) and a Pier 1 imports which, despite the Blues Brothers’ protestations, does not mean this mall has got everything. » Read the rest of this entry «
