The Green Mill

The Green Mill's history long peceeds my experiences in its dimly lit, romantic Chesterfield circular couch booths, dancing away my 23rd birthday to live jazz, holding host to reunions of historic mob affiliates over the same cocktails I sipped on their barstools.

I had heard about this venue before I even moved to Chicago, by a figure drawing teacher in college who built steel guitars and taught me to love the misshapen parts of the human form that make us each unique.

I'm dazzled by its lights, and taken by its name in reference to Paris' Moulin Rouge ("Red Mill"). This piece now hangs in Wicker Park's local gallery, Line Dot, on sale for $300.