
I was alarmed last weekend to see a huge line at Roof. I had the highest hopes for this place, but nothing submarines my interest like a wraparound line at midnight. Word is the West Loop’s Theatro also specializes in interminable lines; happily, unlike Reserve (the previous tenants), the wait might be worth the weird black and gold décor and eerie roaming performance artists.
Of course no new club holds a candle to the hottest scene in town—The Apple Store, where suckers began lining up a 5am this morning enduring monsoons and relentless humidity for a chance at the new iPhone. I know this because I just returned from an abusive 90 minutes in the hands of iSecurity. I was finally awarded a little black box, heavy with upgraded communication potential, but not before first traversing a gauntlet of associates in orange t-shirts demanding my social security number, date of birth, first pet’s maiden name and second favorite color. You laugh, but consider the guy in front of me who was ejected from the store for not knowing the primary account holder’s secret password.