We were a group of four decidedly walking instead of driving to dinner. We tried our best to walk slowly all huddled together inside our coats, dodging puddles and sharing stories from our day we took the alley instead of the sidewalk. I noticed how much good trash there is in Ukrainian Village, vintage couch cushions soaked to the core and an old rolling chair. Gradually we picked up speed, with the restaurant in sight we ran across traffic only to find it closed for a private party... oh well, driving to Chinatown doesn't sound that bad after all, so we drove slowly.