Robert Lanham’s Hipster Handbook describes Wicker Park in a vignette as “undoubtedly the most deck neighborhood in the city,” which is more or less still true. However, these little errors bug me, no matter how much I try to empathize with New Yorkers who just don’t care about my provincial little Western hamlet:

• The “Chicago Art Institute” is actually the Art Institute of Chicago.
• “Morning Edition” is not on at 9:30am here in Central Time-land, so one could not fall back asleep to it then. It ends at 9:30. (I should know, as I fall back asleep to “848,” which starts at 9:30, quite often.)
• Her bicycle is almost undoubtedly a Schwinn and very well may not have a front basket; they’re rare among the cruisers here.
• Almost all coffee shops around here are counter service and do not have waitresses.