Fiery Finkl Forging
The Finkl steel mill on Cortland, almost sandwiched by two AnnTaylors (one each on Clybourn and Halsted), leaves the doors open for ventilation on cool nights. It's quite jarring to go fetch some organic granola from the Food Hole or a bottle of port from Sam's Wines, then get fleeting glimpses of Dark Satanic Mills on the way back. A tiny island of Heavy Industry stuck amidst an orgy of post-industrial mass-class retailing.
After years, I finally figured out why so much debris clogs the bike lanes on Cortland: not glass bottles thrown from cars, but tiny bits of scrap metal and tempered glass that have flown hundreds of meters from a scrapyard next to the steel mill (feeding them scrap for recycling) have given me at least one flat tire.