(I’ve seen another one, too, in Pullman in this city that’s like spotting a rare bird.) Descending it on 87th Street with the woods to the left, if you’re able to block out some powerful evidence to the contrary, you can almost think you’re coming into town off a mountain, and at the bottom of the hill you’ll find a bar where you should stop, apres-ski, for a drink. In southwest Chicago, there is an honest-to-goodness hill that runs through the Dan Ryan Woods down into Beverly. Sommelier Series (paid sponsored content).
