No. 1 Tinkle: Signature Lounge at John Hancock Center Chicago
A bar was the inspiration for this wacky series, and a bar will finish it. We were in Chicago for MTM to reconnect with Hanno Weber, one of his architecture mentors. Hanno and his partner, Kathleen Hess, invited us to their apartment for dinner on our last night in the city.
But, WHY do we have to go to a crummy old apartment to eat? I’d rather go stand in line at Frontera Grill.
Their apartment is in a Mies building, Andra. You HAVE to see it.
Why? WHY? His buildings all look the same. A bunch of tall glass and steel. You’ve dragged me to almost all of them while we’ve been here, and I’ve had a hard time differentiating one from the rest of them.
The doorman directed us to the correct floor in the Mies building on Lake Shore Drive. It was like popping popcorn between my ears as we ascended in the elevator. I gritted my teeth and hoped I would get to utter one sentence during a dinner party with three design people. It had the potential to drag on for hours. And HOURS.
I ended up highjacking the whole conversation with my boorish charm, lecturing Hanno about the perils of not running an architecture practice like a business for most of dinner. We volleyed back and forth with heated fervor. At the end of the evening, he smiled at MTM and proclaimed that he liked me.
Kathleen insisted that if we did nothing else in the time we had left, we had to visit the bar atop the John Hancock Center. Because you MUST visit the bathroom.
The building was a short walk from their apartment. More popping ears, and we were dumped into the Signature Lounge, a packed establishment with the Chicago skyline twinkling everywhere we looked.
I’m going to the bathroom.
Now? Andra, we just got here. You haven’t even had a drink yet.
Just order me anything. I’ll be right back.
I pushed open a door to the ladies room and staggered. While the bar was teeming with people jostling for a chance at a window seat, the bathroom was empty. AND IT HAD THE SAME SHIMMERING CITY VIEW. Finally, a drinking spot that understood the relationship between bar and toilet, moving the patron from raucous activity to a private, quiet view. I was tempted to leave the stall door open while I tinkled, just to take it all in. I was gone so long that MTM thought I had flushed myself down the toilet.
It was tempting to stay in a place where they really know how to treat a girl who’s gotta go.
This post is part of the series My Top 10 Tinkles. If this is your first visit to this urinary extravaganza, please click here to start the series at the beginning. Thank you for reading my blog, for sharing it, and for spending time here.