We love you, Chi-town, we really do. But we’re never going to forgive you for Ditka. EVER.
Hey, the Internet and sourdough and Ghirardelli chocolates are lovely, but not if we have to sell all of our bodily fluids on a regular basis to manage the rent there. And we can afford more than one room (with six roommates, all of whom have wacky dietary sensitivities and well-used yoga mats). Namaste, San Fran.
We tried to make a list of complaints about this town while we were here on vacation, but wound up too baked to do anything but eat ice cream and nap in the grass. You’ve got us on this one, Denver.