If we learned anything from Charles Bukowski, it's that airports are for drinking. A lot of drinking. If bellying up to some faceless bar, dropping $9 on a watered-down cocktail and pretending to be interested in the ramblings of the guy next to you doesn't seem like a great time, head over to the bridge between terminals one and two. You'll find a tiny Goose Island Brewing Company stand offering a selection of Chicago's finest. Grab a seat in front of the wall of windows, pop open your 312 and watch the planes taxi to and fro. It's like watching the ballet, only with gigantic, metal dancers.
Average cost: <$10