Way back in August of 2005, I went to the Edinburgh Fringe Festival with a group of 12 Northwestern students. They were bringing their play out for 30 performances, one each day at 3:30. Riding on my actress girlfriend’s coattails, I lived with them in a five bedroom apartment right across the street from the west end of the Meadows. I offered up my services as a stagehand, and they provided me a place to sleep. It was a fun month.
About a week into the run, I discovered a quaint little pub around the corner from the venue called Proctor’s, a great place to drop in for a wee dram. Continue reading
Although the name isn’t as awesome, I’d say Pils has a leg up on it’s cousin 
Being that it’s called Boddington’s Pub Ale, it just didn’t feel right to write a review based on a nitro-can I bought at the store. So in the name of authenticity, I stopped by Sonny McLean’s after work one day for a pint. I was not disappointed.
What a pleasant coincidence that on the very day I decide to launch my site, the New York Times chooses to run a story about Todd and Jason Alström, the founders of 
“No sweetheart, your father won’t be joining us for dinner tonight, he’s working late at the… office.” -Suburban Housewife, circa 1965