For our year-end double issue, we flipped the script on our annual Best of Chicago edition with a Worst of Chicago issue, featuring dozens of essays about the worst people, places, and things in our fair city. On social media we asked you to kvetch about your own least favorite things.
We asked you to tell us your #WorstofChicago and these four came up most often. Now vote for #1!
— Chicago Reader (@Chicago_Reader) December 19, 2017
We also heard from proud Chicago culture snobs who hate when people from the suburbs say they’re from Chicago and “transplants who call Wicker Park ‘Wicker’ and Logan Square ‘Logan.’” Fnadeven on Instagram says he hates: “Those out-of-state dudes who go to the thrift store, study Google maps, and think they own the city!” Some of your Worst complaints were weirdly specific and idiosyncratic: the enormous Whole Foods sign near the corner of Ashland and Belmont, the #22 Clark bus, the Aragon Ballroom (“the Republican Party of music venues,” according to a reader), and the “burnt coffee aroma” that allegedly blankets all of Bucktown.
The street preacher on State Street. He once told my cousin – a Dominican Sister – she was going to hell. pic.twitter.com/G4e2iXnlE1
— (((Aidan Gilbert))) (@aidangilbert) December 15, 2017
