Chicago! Michael Needs Help!
By: Jay Doughnuts Posted: January 20, 2012
… fashion help that is. The greatest athlete to ever play in Chicago has been struggling of late. Not with post-divorce dating… he is engaged to a model. Not with getting a reservation in this town (although One.sixty blue is re-concepting). Not with gambling (or so we think). No, Michael Jordan is struggling mightily with dressing himself. Grantland ran a great piece on MJ’s tragic style this week that every Jordan fan should check out while shaking his or her head disapprovingly. More from the original source of the material: Aaron Horton’s Tumblr blog What the F— Is Michael Jordan Wearing?
Chicagoans: How can we help MJ get back on track? I mean this guy practically defined cool in the 90′s and was the paragon of style. He brought back the shaved head cool when he stated going bald. He was responsible for starting the baggy shorts trend when the rest of the league was wearing John Stocktonesque Daisy Dukes. Now he is prancing around town in ripped jeans, banana sweater vests, smurf sweatsuits, two-tone suits and is trying to bring back the Hitler ‘stache? How can we help? Say it ain’t so MJ!
Maria’s Hosting Beertopia Party Saturday 1/21
Posted January 18, 2012
…We don’t know about you guys, but we are pretty pumped for Beertopia, “We are all in the same Gang” a beer blowout party hosted by Maria’s Community Bar. The festivities start at noon and many rare beers will be tapped such as Dogfish Head 120 minute, Stone Double Dry Hopped Ruination and more! Fantastic beer and an excuse to pop in to Pleasant House Bakery next door for a savory Pie? We are all in on this action.
Pinkberry Co-Founder Pummels Homeless Dude, Blames His ‘Tat
Posted January 17, 2012
… apparently, we have drastically underestimated the propensity for thuggish behavior in our purveyors of low calorie frozen yogurt treats. Pinkberry Co-founder Young Lee (not to be confused with geriatric rapscallion Old Lee) allegedly savagely pummeled a homeless man with a tire iron after chasing down the man in downtown L.A.
Conflicting stories state that Lee was incensed by the man’s sexully explicitly tattoo. I, for one, was traumatized for years by former NBA star Rasheed Wallace’s bizarre Sun tattoo, but I never thought o beat old ‘Sheed with a blunt object. I mean, live and let live.
Known to aid in hunger cravings while pushing a Maclaren baby stroller while coming down from a 5-day Peeled raw juice cleanse, Pinkberry has been the vital lifeblood of soccer moms in Old Town for quite some time. It will be interesting to see if the Homelessgate backlash will impact sales at the location on 1535 N Wells.
I might have seen this coming from the founder of Steak’N'Shake but Pinkberry? Shocker.
Chicago Love in GQ and Travel & Leisure…
Posted January 17, 2012
… We thought we would highlight some of the Chicago love being published this week in two widely read national magazines.
-> Paul Kahan provides a funky soulful guide to Chicago in GQ this week. Kahan sends a shoutout to Lula, Longman & Eagle, and Yusho from the Stockyard approved list. Also, he extols the virtues of Great Lake (on our “We’ve Heard Good Things” list), Birrea Reyes de Octolan for goat tacos and Green Mill (Uptown), Danny’s (Bucktown) and the Rainbo Club (Wicker Pk) for fun divey drinks. Attaboy Paul for not going all “pinky’s up” for your Chicago breakdown. We really like this guy (although Big Star really needs acoustic soundproofing for me to go back on a Friday or Saturday night… louder than an MF).
-> Travel & Leisure published the top brunch spots in the country and The Publican ranked #9 so look for a lot of tourists to book it up for Sunday brunch once the travel season hits. Publican ranks high on both our Stockyard Approved list and Beer Bars list. We actually like it a lot more for brunch so props to T&L for getting this one right. Also, we like eating inside for the ambiance of the globe lighting vs. outside next to the street even if it is a perfect night. The setting inside is pretty spectacular.
Stockyard Palate our arse…