Where to find authentic Irish culture in Chicago


From the Saturday, March 18, editions of The Daily Journal (Kankakee, Ill.) and The Times (Ottawa, Ill.) …


It feels like we celebrated St. Patrick’s Day for a week.

Because, well, we did.

Chicago holds its annual St. Patrick’s Day festivities – parade, bagpipers, green river and whatnot – on the Saturday prior to the holiday. So, considering that March 17 fell on a Friday this year, city’s Irish eyes have been smiling since last weekend. We need some shuteye after that stretch.

But now that St. Patrick’s Day is finally over and every bar from River North to Wrigleyville has stopped pretending that it’s an “Irish” pub because its bartenders wore green and slung some pints of Guinness, you may be interested in knowing where you can get a truly authentic taste of Ireland in Chicago.

Arguably the nation’s most Irish city, with more than 200,000 citizens of Irish descent (the most of any ethnic group) and 12 Irish mayors (out of 55), there are a number of options. Here are some of the best.

Irish American Heritage Center

Located in the Irving Park neighborhood at 4626 N. Knox Ave. on Chicago’s Northwest side, the Irish American Heritage Center describes its mission as “to nurture and strengthen Irish culture and heritage through programs emphasizing Irish music, literature, drama, traditional dancing, fine arts and the constructive contributions of the Irish and Irish-Americans.”

It’s about as close as you can get to experiencing the Emerald Isle without a plane ticket to Dublin. The center features a museum, school, archives, art gallery, library and theater group and is your destination if you want to learn more about the Irish heritage.

Visit for more information.


Summertime magic during Cubs spring training


From the Saturday, March 11, editions of The Daily Journal (Kankakee, Ill.) and The Times (Ottawa, Ill.) …


It’s 1,700 miles from Wrigley Field to Sloan Park in Mesa, Ariz.

But when you’re sitting in the sunshine at the Spring Training Home of the Cubs watching baseball with a cold beer in hand, it feels like you’re just a few feet from summertime in Chicago.

And that feels awfully good.

Last weekend, my wife and I joined a few friends for a pair of spring training games at Sloan Park and we came away very impressed with the facility opened in 2014 – and not just because the ballpark’s scoreboard informed us game time on Saturday that the temperature was 78 vs. 37 in the Windy City.

Bordered by streets named Waveland and Sheffield, and with Chicago Dogs for sale in the grandstands with Hot Doug’s available in the outfield, Sloan Park delivers many a subtle nod to Wrigley. But it also has its own distinct flavor, and is considerably more family-friendly than the Cubs’ baseball cathedral back home at Clark and Addison.

The spacious lawn spanning the outfield at Sloan provides a great place for families to spread out, while the play area directly behind features a bounce house and a miniature wiffle ball field that allow kids to romp within shouting distance of their parents. For adults, food trucks serving fare from local Arizona vendors, wide concourses offering great vantage points of the field from every angle, and a large covered beer garden beyond right field are all great treats.

Heck, spring training itself is a treat. And it’s the perfect prescription for the winter blues, whether you’re a Cubs fan, Sox fan, Cardinals fan or otherwise.

Stand and (Don’t) Deliver

One pleasant surprise at Sloan Park took place on Saturday when the beer garden bartenders stopped serving drinks, shouted “National Anthem!” and stood at attention as the “Star-Spangled Banner” was sung.

In a sports climate stoked with controversy last year by former San Francisco 49ers quarterback Colin Kaepernick’s refusal to stand for the national anthem, it was refreshing to see patriotism – and respect – on such prominent display at Sloan Park.

Major talent in minors

Against the Dodgers last Saturday, I saw reigning National League MVP Kris Bryant blast his first home run of the spring – a grand slam, no less.

But he wasn’t even the player I was most impressed with during my two-day stint watching the Cubs. Rather, the most attention-grabbing performances came via prospects Eloy Jimenez and Jeimer Candelario.

Only 20 years old, the 6-foot-4, 205-pound Jimenez blasted an eighth-inning home run on Friday vs. the Reds, showing why he is the Cubs’ top-ranked prospect. On Saturday, the 23-year-old Candelario rapped out a single, double and triple, looking like a guy who could potentially swipe the team’s final roster spot from Tommy LaStella or Matt Szczur.

Whether outfielder Jimenez or infielder Candelario make the bigs this season or not, the Cubs’ minor-league cupboard is far from bare in regards to position players.

Armed and Ready?

While position players may remain a strength for the Cubs’ farm system, pitching does remain a question mark for the franchise going forward. There remains a dearth of young impact arms in Cubs camp, and that could be an issue this season if the team’s starters suffer any injuries after a remarkably healthy 2016.

In that regard, prospects such as Jimenez and Candelario could end up being most valuable as potential trading chips.

Grin and Wear It

An underrated highlight of spring training are the T-shirts.

My favorites were worn by a Cincinnati fan, whose shirt read “I’m with Pete … Give me $200 on the Reds,” and another donned by a Cubs fan.
Its message: “Live Life like you’re down 3-1.”


Illini fans deserve better basketball – and they’ll get it

University of Illinois athletic director Josh Whitman (left) will make his decision on the fate of fifth-year basketball coach John Groce at season’s end.

From the Saturday, Feb. 18, editions of The Daily Journal (Kankakee, Ill.) and The Times (Ottawa, Ill.) …


A Twitter friend of mine calls it BFS.

Battered Fan Syndrome.

And Illini Nation is suffering from it. Badly.

After watching Illinois football tumble from Rose Bowl heights to Tim Beckman and seeing the basketball program slide from national runner-up to perennial NIT candidate, Illini fans collectively have been so beaten down over the past dozen years that many have convinced themselves that they don’t even deserve actual coaching competency and sports success.

With Illini hoops coach John Groce slogging his way through yet another lost season, it’s gotten to the point on social media where almost daily I find myself giving pep talks to fans who are far more blue than orange. Despite the fact that Josh Whitman boldly fired football coach Bill Cubit – on his first day as Illinois athletic director, mind you – and stunned the nation by replacing him with Lovie Smith, many fans still don’t believe that Whitman will even fire Groce, let alone replace him with a top-level coach.

I find all of that to be absolute nonsense.

Because, throughout its history, Illinois never has had difficulty hiring a good basketball coach. But former athletic director Mike Thomas sure did.

I’ll just leave that at that.

This defeatist mindset has become so ingrained among many Illini fans that this week a student columnist for the Daily Illini campus newspaper wrote, “You can complain, boo and tweet all you want. Yell until your lungs get sore and type as fast you can to get #FireGroce trending. But it isn’t going to do anything because John Groce isn’t going anywhere.”


Time for Illini basketball to wake up or move on


From the Saturday, Jan. 14, editions of The Daily Journal (Kankakee, Ill.) and The Times (Ottawa, Ill.) …


I’m tired.

Tired of bubble teams. Tired of apathy towards a program – and a sport – that I love. And tired of once-demanding fans settling for mediocrity.

Basically, I’m tired of being tired about the tired state of Illini basketball.

As Illinois prepares for its game today vs. Maryland at State Farm Center, the program stands at a crossroads. Fifth-year coach John Groce wants to convince us (or perhaps himself) that it’s headed one way – “We took a step in the right direction,” he said on Wednesday after beating Michigan 85-69 – while much of Illini Nation sees a program that’s stuck in neutral at best.

Or at worst is headed further into the abyss or irrelevancy.

What I see is a team that at 12-5 overall, 2-2 in the Big Ten, may indeed be better this season than it was last year (15-19, 5-13), but is far from as good as it should be. Five years into any coach’s tenure at Illinois, the program should be fully established, not still scrapping just to be in the conversation for the NCAA Tournament, which Illinois inexcusably hasn’t even reached since 2013.

With a healthy, veteran roster this was supposed to be season that Groce proved himself. At least, that’s what his supporters told us. As the Illini have struggled, however, some have resorted to arguing that it’s next season when the Illini will really bust out once its highly ranked recruiting class arrives.

At this point, Illinois has stolen the Cubs’ “Wait ’til Next Year” refrain, and while many fans believe Groce simply needs to reach the NCAA Tournament to ensure his job status for 2018, I don’t.

Merely making the Big Dance as a bubble team wouldn’t be an achievement, it would be a disappointment. To earn another year, I think Groce needs to make the NCAA tournament comfortably ­– and win a game.


Wisch Lists are for New Year’s

2017From the Saturday, Dec. 31, editions of The Daily Journal (Kankakee, Ill.) and The Times (Ottawa, Ill.) …


Wish lists are for Christmas.

But Wisch Lists? Well, just like every year, they’re for New Year’s.

Here as we sit on the edge of 2017, I’m looking back at a calendar year that was marked by global instability, a deeply bitter presidential election and the deaths of enough stars to fill a Hollywood sidewalk, if not an entire block.

But, at the same time, I’m looking back at a year that in which I got a new full-time job, embarked upon an epic 40th birthday adventure to Ireland and London with my lovely wife, and relished neither last nor least a Chicago Cubs World Series championship that was truly the stuff that dreams are made of.

In other words, 2016 was a mixed bag, just like every year. And as we step off that edge to New Year’s Eve, here’s what I hope is in the mix for 2017.

I Wisch that Muhammad Ali, Prince, Carrie Fisher, Debbie Reynolds, Alan Thicke, David Bowie, John Glenn, Jose Fernandez, Nancy Reagan, Arnold Palmer, Gordie Howe, Florence Henderson, Garry Shandling, Gene Wilder, Harper Lee, Garry Marshall, Merle Haggard, Craig Sager, John Saunders, Alan Rickman, Anton Yelchin and several others could have stayed with us longer.

I Wisch that Fidel Castro could have left us sooner.

I Wisch for more patience from fans for University of Illinois football coach Lovie Smith, and less for basketball coach John Groce.

I Wisch that Illini hoops hadn’t sunk to the point where simply making the NCAA Tournament seems like an achievement. At Illinois, it isn’t. It’s a baseline.


Could Cubs and Sox be on a future October collision course?


From the Saturday, Dec. 10, editions of The Daily Journal (Kankakee, Ill.) and The Times (Ottawa, Ill.) …


This past spring, when both the Cubs and the White Sox were flying high atop their divisions with first-place records, I established myself in this column as Chicago’s official party pooper.

“Excuse me if I’m not rooting for a Cubs-Sox World Series this season,” I wrote on May 21. “Why? Well, as you might have heard, the Cubs haven’t won a World Series in a while. And if ever they’re to do so  – this season, or some day  –  the team will have to overcome enormous pressure.

“I’d rather not add the drama of playing the Sox on top of that. Nor do I wish to see Cubs fans suffer the humiliation of being denied a championship by the Sox, or Sox fans suffer the indignation of handing the Cubs their first crown in 108 years. I don’t think either would be great for Chicago.”

I then added, however, “What would be [great] is a Cubs-White Sox clash after both franchises have a recent title under their belt.”

Now that the Cubs did win their first championship in 108 years, I couldn’t agree more with, well, myself. Having seen both the North Side and South Side having enjoy titles in this century, I’m all for enjoying a future all-Chicago Fall Classic.

If the White Sox’s freshly launched youth movement pans out at all like the Cubs’ plan, who knows, we may end up seeing one in the not-too-distant future.


Holiday Cheers! Chicago’s best Christmastime drinks


From the Saturday, Dec. 3, editions of The Daily Journal (Kankakee, Ill.) and The Times (Ottawa, Ill.) …


There are tough tables in Chicago.

And then there’s the Walnut Room in December.

Located on the 7th floor of Macy’s (R.I.P. Marshall Field’s) at 111 N. State Street, the Walnut Room was the first-ever restaurant inside a department store and has served as a Chicago institution since 1905. Today, it’s as famous during the holiday season for its scarce reservations and long wait times for tables as it is for its wood-paneled walls and spectacular 45-foot-tall Christmas tree.

In lieu of a booth, you may be able to score a spot at the small bar (open only when the restaurant is) and grab a signature holiday drink, such as the “Cinnamon Toast” (apple cider, Amaretto, cinnamon, sugar and whipped cream) or the Eggnog Brandy Alexander (eggnog, brandy and crème de cacao).

Either could serve to keep you warm in Chicago’s holiday chill. But they’re far from the only ones, as the Windy City is filled with seasonal beverages. And here’s the best of the brew.

Glühwein at Christkindlmarket

At Daley Plaza, Christkindlmarket – the open-air market and festival inspired by the original in Nuremberg, Germany, that dates back to 1545 – is most famous for its glühwein. Roughly translated as “glow-wine,” from the hot irons once used for mulling, glühwein a traditional German holiday hot spiced wine and Christkindlmarket claims to have perfected it “to please the palate and warm the heart.”

I don’t disagree.

In Chicago, the annual beverage is considered so special that it comes in a souvenir cup shaped like a boot and decorated with the market’s signature log and year.


Cubs [W]in! [W]hat a time to be alive

cubswinFrom the Saturday, Nov. 5, editions of The Daily Journal (Kankakee, Ill.) and The Times (Ottawa, Ill.) …


I was wrong.

Last week, I wrote in this column that if the Cubs do win their “first championship since 1908, I don’t think it can possibly be more emotional for me than it was seeing them reach the World Series for the first time since 1945. It may be just as emotional, but I don’t think it can be more so.”

Yeah, I was dead wrong.

When Kris Bryant scooped up that ground ball and fired it to his pal Anthony Rizzo – Bryzzo! – for the final out of the soul-twisting, brain-bending, gut-wrenching Game 7 of the World Series to hand the Cubs their first championship since 1908, I erupted in pure joy and utter disbelief.

But in the moment, I really couldn’t process it all. And it wasn’t until a few hours later, when I sat alone in my condo a mile from Wrigley Field – long after my parents had left and my wife went to bed – that the enormity of what had just occurred began to truly settle in. Perched on my couch with the TV volume finally down, I scrolled through my Facebook newsfeed and saw all of the giddy celebratory posts from my many Cubs fan friends. Immediately, it made me think about growing up as a die-hard Cubs fan and dreaming of this day as a little kid.

And with that, I broke down. And I absolutely bawled.

I’m not at all ashamed to admit that. In fact, I’m quite proud of it. Because after a lifetime of hearing stories about the Billy Goat and the Black Cat, after watching the grounder roll through Leon Durham’s legs, after sitting in Wrigley’s upper deck when “Bartman happened,” I knew that all the pain and heartbreak of the Cubs’ 108-year wait – and their 108-year weight – was completely worth it.

For all Cubs fans. And it was also so very emotional.

Even more than I could have ever imagined.


More Snapshots from a Blue October

img_1555From the Saturday, Oct. 29, editions of The Daily Journal (Kankakee, Ill.) and The Times (Ottawa, Ill.) …


My 100-degree temperature returned to normal long ago, but I’m still dealing with a lingering cough this week.

So, I’m pretty sure that my Cubs Fever remains intact.

And, really, how could it not be, what with the North Siders sending spirits soaring by playing in their first World Series since 1945 … at Wrigley Field … on Halloween Weekend.

Talk about a scary good time.

Since I last checked in with some snapshots from Wrigleyville after the Cubs clinched the National League Division Series, I’ve seen plenty more transpire in Chicago. And here a few more tidbits to satisfy your appetite.

After all, they do say to starve a cold, but feed a fever, right?

All the feels

As the World Series builds to a crescendo, the excitement is again continuing to mount throughout Cubs Nation. But if the team does win its first championship since 1908, I don’t think it can possibly be more emotional for me than it was seeing them reach the World Series for the first time since ‘45.

It may be just as emotional, but I don’t think it can be more so.

After all, I’ve spent my life watching the Cubs fail to reach the World Series, not fail in the World Series. While Boston fans suffered the heartbreak of seeing their Red Sox lose in the World Series in 1946, 1967, 1975 and 1986 after the Curse of the Bambino in 1918, Cubs fans were forced to watch the door slam in their faces before even reaching the Fall Classic.

In my 40 years, I saw the ground ball roll through Leon Durham’s legs in 1984, watched Greg Maddux’s and Andre Dawson’s vanishing act in 1989, and saw every tragic thing that unspooled during Games 6 and 7 of the 2003 NLCS, along with oodles of other painful postseason moments.

And that’s to say nothing about those who are old enough to have lived through the nightmare of 1969. No matter what happens in this World Series – and I’m feeling good about it – just reaching it was so incredibly special.


Cubs vs. Tribe: Something’s Gotta Give


My buddy Brian Pokorny over at Cleveland Sports Torture asked me to share my thoughts on the Cubs-Indians “Something’s Gotta Give” World Series for his blog.  So, here they are …

I like you, Cleveland.

Much like country music and going to the movies alone, I think you’re much better than your rep. In past years, I’ve gotten the opportunity to visit your ballpark (it’s quite nice), your Rock ‘n Roll Hall of Fame (ditto) and a sizable swath of your local drinking establishments (same deal).

This past June, I particularly enjoyed watching your Cavaliers knock the smug look off the faces of the Golden State Warriors faces and slap smiles on those across Ohio. In fact, back in 2010, just a week after LeBron infamously took his talents to South Beach, I was at my buddy’s condo in downtown Cleveland when I told him that I believed that once LBJ got Miami out of his system, he’d eventually return home to win a crown.

Without a doubt, after 68 years with anything to celebrate except perhaps the retirement of Michael Jordan, your city deserved that championship that LeBron finally earned.

But, I’m sorry, you’ve already filled your title quota for 2016.

Because here on North Side of Chicago, this one is ours.

Now, I know that my pal Brian of Cleveland Sports Torture – the biggest fan of The Land that I’ve ever met – doesn’t think that Chicagoans have truly suffered when it comes to sports, what with those six NBA titles, a Super Bowl right, a White Sox World Series trophy and all that recent Blackhawks bling collected over the past 30 years.

But, here’s the thing, while Brian may now be a Chicagoan, he isn’t a Cubs fan. And, trust me, for those of us who are we’ve suffered.

In spades.

I’m 40, and in my lifetime I’ve endured the ground ball through Leon Durham’s legs in 1984, Greg Maddux’s and Andre Dawson’s vanishing act in 1989, and every tragic thing that unspooled during Games 6 and 7 of the 2003 NLCS (both of which I attended at Wrigley Field), along with oodles of other painful moments. And I’m not even old enough to have been one of the Cubs fans that lived through 1969.

Those poor souls.