You might be familiar with the saying, “When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.” A lesser known version of that phrase is, “When life throws you a Chicago hurricane that strands you in Evanston, IL for an evening, you might as well stay there the next day and judge / be jealous of everyone.” This is the version that happened to me.
Evanston is a Chicago suburb exclusively populated by people without any problems, beautiful churches made from white stone, homes that look like English cottages, and a creepy amount of trees. With a population of 74,000 (as of 2010), and a leaf count of just over 3 billion, Evanston is the home of Northwestern University (also the city’s largest employer), and the Grosse Point Lighthouse (on the National Register of Historic Places.)
I had the whole day to prowl around and figure out this wild suburb. You will not be surprised by what I found.
Here’s the low down on Evanston and its people:
All in all, Evanston seems like a pretty swell place to be. Especially if you like ethnic festivals, trusting strangers, and rabbit meat.
I spent a lot of time in Evanston when I went to Northwestern and had a girlfriend who lived there. Glad to see it hasn’t changed much.
Now we want to visit. If we can ever get out of the crumbling economy that is Toronto. ; )
I wonder what board games they are referring to. Imagine a drunken brawl over candyland.
And then there is a “Join us” in the last photo, which I assume is supposed to be read in a very creepy voice.