Since I've lived in Cleveland, I haven't had a dishwasher, and it's starting to drive me nuts. Rinsing, soaping, rinsing, drying every little utinsil! It's the height of inefficiency. So get a dishwasher, you say! And to that I say, where in the puny 1925 kitchen would it go? To which Apartment Therapy says, get thee a Kitchenaid Briva In-Sink Dishwasher. It's a sink! It's a dishwasher! It's a cutting board!
Yet another dream, punctured by the rude prick of reality.