Hall Of Shame/Fame: Chicago’s Steamworks

Poetry’s been written about it (really – we’ll show you the stall wall where we read it), and many an online personal ad has been punctuated with the same sentiment: “See you at Steamworks!” The fact is, there’s hardly a bathhouse across the country like this Chicago landmark, positioned ideally about halfway up Halstead Street in the Windy City. Why’s it so windy? Apparently, everyone’s blowing something or someone here at Boystown’s own warm, welcoming love canal. That’s the way we like it — and even when we need a breather from the nonstop hunky crowd stuffing the maze room to its gills, there’s always the edgy hot tub and all its nooks and crannies to explore, the real gym upstairs that actually induces real workouts, and above all, the sunny front-door staff that does everything to accommodate short of a wake-up call and a warm buttery croissant. The club has everything from lights-out parties to biweekly STD testing. And when you’re finally fucked out, there’s always a vibrant Chicago nightlife waiting for you outside–or maybe more likely, an early-morning Caribou Coffee nearby so you can grab a quick one and still get out of the parking garage before premium rates apply.

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