Hold on to your toska tortes: Swede-centric neighborhood Andersonville is one of the hottest real estate 'hoods in the US. We take a closer look.
Where the action is: Clark between Foster and Hollywood on the far North Side.
The crowd: Hip thirty- and forty-somethings; stroller-pushing families; LGBT professionals who think Boystown is passé; a handful of Scandinavian holdouts resisting the area’s gentrification.
Dream home: A tidy red brick two flat on lush, tree-lined Wayne Avenue.
Craving: The tofu-licious Veritable Vegan Epiphany at M. Henry—a just reward for the restaurant’s two-hour brunch line.
Cause célèbre: Restoring the neighborhood’s beloved-but-decrepit signature blue-and-yellow water tower—which had to be removed in 2014 after it froze solid—to its rightful place atop the Swedish American Museum.
Favorite pastime: Browsing gorgeous, hyper-curated home decor at shops like Scout, Brimfield, and Roost.
Tipple of choice: Big Gulp-sized martinis at Marty’s.
Live entertainment: Puppet Bike, the wheeled theater whose roving puppeteers always seem to end up at Clark and Berwyn.
Sugar rush: From pastries at Taste of Heaven and Michigan sour cherry pies at First Slice to over-the-top marzipan rolls at Swedish Bakery, this place is a sweets-a-palooza.
Baby name: Svea, in honor of the neighborhood’s Scandinavian heritage (and the café of the same name on Clark Street).
Green means: Dropping $500 on stunning statutory seedlings at Gethsemane Garden Center.