In a lot of cities and towns across America, some of the best places to grab a bite to eat or throw back a well-made cocktail are those that rely more on word-of-mouth than extremely overt advertising. Looking for grub and a drink to wash it down with while in Detroit recently, a friend and I stumbled upon just such an establishment.
Read MoreOur second day in the U.P. got off to a less-than-auspicious start. I figured spending the weekend at a frat house might be a little chaotic, but wow, I was not prepared for this kind of crazy — these guys were on another level.
Read MoreTwo years after we made the initial trek to Michigan Tech for Winter Carnival and three nights of general debauchery, it seemed a return trip to the frigid U.P. was in order. So, on a Thursday morning with mostly clear skies, we set out from Mount Pleasant in the heart of the Mitten to do just that.
Read MoreOne establishment you'll notice there where Leonard Street, Plainfield Avenue and the railroad track all come together is a tiny red brick building with black shingles that looks like it couldn't fit more than ten people inside. This would be the Choo Choo Grill.
Read MoreMichigan might not exactly be known for its skiing and snowboarding, but you can bet there are still a few options around the state for those looking to hit the slopes in wintertime, one of which is the relatively-affordable and certainly-rustic resort known as Caberfae Peaks.
Read MoreYou're probably aware of the ginormous Christmas tree that lights up New York's Rockefeller Center every winter, the ice skating rink that appears in Chicago's Millennium Park, and *insert some third semi-nationally-well-known Christmas event or activity* but did you know there is a tiny town smack dab in the middle of Michigan where Christmas rages for 365 days a year?
Read MoreDecember is nigh upon us and that means one thing (if you discount all the other things it means): Holiday Nights at Greenfield Village are just around the corner.
Read MoreOn a Thursday night at about half past eight in the evening, I sat down with my younger brother and a friend of ours in a quaint little joint on Quincy Street in Hancock, Michigan. Looking over the menu, I steered my eyes toward the breakfast items.
Read MoreDespite the negativity people love to share, I’ve always kind of romanticized Detroit. Sure, there are challenges to be faced, just like anywhere else, but we don’t always need to focus on what’s going wrong; sometimes it’s necessary to shine a light on the good stuff. And in this case, the good stuff we’re talking about is coffee — the black nectar of the gods — and the spots in Detroit that are serving it up right.
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