Suburbs including Melrose Park, Berwyn, and River Forest say the doctors and drug companies oversold opioids, “causing widespread harm.”
Interrobang’s beautifully acted production can’t make up for an overdetermined script.
Its depiction of a woman on the verge of a nervous breakdown isn’t as sympathetic as it should be.
Flies! The Musical! and more goings-on 5/18-5/20.
Volume 47, Number 32
Sterling Bay’s plans for Lincoln Yards continue to metastasize, with or without Amazon. Say a prayer for the Hideout.
The performances themselves fall flat.
The German master’s 1972 miniseries Eight Hours Don’t Make a Day, screening in a new restoration at Gene Siskel Film Center, shows ordinary people improving their lives.
And—spoiler alert—Piggy lives!
Chef Matthias Merges’s restaurant is the latest to open in the Hotel Zachary, across from Wrigley Field.
A phone call to PolyScience in Niles resulted in the popularization of immersion circulators in restaurant kitchens.
Somebody loves you, baby.
The Vixen didn’t win over RuPaul, but she’s carrying on the fight for inclusivity that she began at the south side’s venerable Jeffery Pub.
A lot of Chicagoans are watching the royal wedding this weekend. But that doesn’t mean you have to.
Marc Ribot makes a rare solo appearance on Thursday, performing in response to an exhibit of paintings by Ivan Albright at the Art Institute of Chicago.