There’s a certain sadness when a beloved restaurant closes, not dissimilar to what it feels like to read a book you become completely immersed in only to have its events and characters leave your life with the turn of the last page. To celebrate our two year anniversary, my boyfriend and I had dinner at Circa 1880.
It’s hard to say whether or not my job found me or I found it. There’s a great possibility that some divine power above chose to marry two desperate situations into one, creating both a powerhouse duo (if I do say so myself) and a killer friendship. Talent casting is not a business most find themselves in, and when I woke up with the job, I was surprised to myself there.
Harmony guitar parts and beautiful layered melodies are popping out of the speakers in my Volkswagen and I sadly cannot take my hands off the wheel to air drum for even a second. That is, until I get to a stoplight and the person in the car next to me looks at me look I’m having a fit.
When was the last time you had the chance to truly live in the moment? A month ago I honestly couldn’t tell you, despite an effort to meditate and be more mindful of my present. I was fortunate enough to recently take a two-week break from my normal life and experience...
Ian McCullough has released 11 albums since 2006. Every one of those albums was released on his birthday, April 27. This is not by accident, as he explains, quite sensibly, that people gravitate towards you on your birthday. The hypothetical conversation as you could imagine would go something like this…
I want to talk about fungi. I know, I know. “But, Caitlin, what could possibly be interesting about fungi?” The better question is what ISN’T interesting about fungi? I have decided to share a couple hundred words on fungi with you all.
At night, the most iconic part of Milwaukee’s skyline rests in the background in the dark. You can see its shape, lifeless, and sometimes the moon (when it’s not obstructed by clouds) shines on the yellow beams to just give it a hint of existence.
This is a story that, at it’s essence, is all about making friends. It seems simple enough, meeting people, getting to know them, finding common ground, having a few drinks, and exchanging contact information. But the way Ian Abston tells it, if you’re a newbie here in Milwaukee, it is something that’s very...
In the hall of fame of days, Sunday is a first balloter. Plans and obligations be damned, Sabbath day. I’m going to mindlessly surf twitter and there’s nothing you can do about it. Get out here, Raisin Bran. I’m going to add a few scraps to the Keurig cup landfill. Let’s go.Eventually of course, the remote wanders into my hands. It does that all by itself, approaches me like it knows I want to know what’s on.
I’m hanging out at The Vanguard in Bayview, waiting for Nick and Ryan from Milwaukee’s Midwest Death Rattle to join me. Looking over the menu, it seems they’ve discovered immeasurable ways to serve the almighty sausage. It’s kind of like if sausage were a pop song, the sausage itself would be the chorus.
It’s easy to daydream yourself into a lifestyle that isn’t quite as cluttered and scattered as your own; something sleek and minimal that’s beautiful yet functional. I’ve had Scandinavian aspirations since visiting Stockholm a few times and really appreciate the idea of having just what you need and not the excess of America’s gluttonous, disposable culture.
This adventure started innocently enough; I wanted to buy a birthday gift for my wife. She is fond of these bird paintings we had seen at various maker’s markets around town, a colorful bird painted on glass, framed in a vintage frame, on a printed, patterned background.
It was a moment I vividly remember, circa 1994. Music had not gone streaming yet — we were still virtually a decade away from those realities. Racks of compact discs lined the den walls of music aficionados – clearly before any notions that “we didn’t really own the music” had set in. Napster hadn’t happened yet.
Hey everyone, how you doing? Remember me? Aw, don’t look the other way and pretend I’m not here. You knew in the back of your mind that I could show up any time. You carry a Wisconsin driver’s license. You know how this works.
The mismatched mix of tables and chairs in the dining room at La Merenda is slightly unexpected as your host/hostess walks you to your table. As a culture, we’ve come to expect great décor to accompany our top level dining. But don’t underestimate the power of eclecticism. The dining chairs are merely a vehicle to keep you comfortable.
We frequently go to brunch because even those of us who despise generational stereotypes still love shakshuka we don’t have to make ourselves. A month ago we were at brunch sitting with our phones out (guilty!) beep booping around the Internet when we stumbled upon an event coming up in the neighborhood.
In 2018, when every single day spent as a cognizant human being who is aware of the world around them feels like an existential nightmare-cum-fever dream, what better thing to do than attend Milwaukee’s 3rd annual Diorama-rama?
The Cal-Neva is a casino in downtown Reno, Nevada on 2nd Street. And as I walk through the doors I imagine the hardened gamblers, cowboys, ladies of the evening, and down on their luck renegades that have walked these well-worn footsteps. The carpet almost feels – and looks original.