An evening stroll on one of the bridges crossing the Chicago River
Water-damaged and faded sky.
I love crafty punks.
A local friend and I were driving down Belmont to get lunch, when we passed this place. "What's THAT?" I asked enthusiastically.
"Oh, yeah.
I feel kind of stupid because I didn't know there was a band called Velvet Revolver, so I just thought, cool, gun cake. Sheesh.
Bleeding Heart's baked goods are all organic, sometimes vegan, always tasty. The red coloring of the cake in the middle, the label says, comes from red currants and beet juice.
I should've asked what was going on here. I was a little surprised, to be honest.
I'm getting the impression that the place before Bleeding Heart moved in was also a bakery, and they just built extra signage on top of the old. Reuse, recycle.
Chicago's Michigan Avenue presents an astonishing array of the best of late-nineteenth- and early-twentieth-century commercial architecture
being buried under volcanic ash for a few hundred years couldn't steal the beauty