Science writer // Amateur photographer // Chicago
I never thought of myself as a gentrifier when I moved into Chicago’s West Loop in 2002, but that’s the fate of anyone starting a family in an unestablished neighborhood. Now, I’m an amateur historian, racing against progress to document the place where I live.
The corned beef at Manny’s is so epic that I feel the need to offer this guide to ordering it properly. You don’t just saunter up to the counter and ask for a sandwich. You conduct yourself with the gravitas the corned beef of presidents deserves.
