Even though I’m nursing a margarita seaside in Puerto Vallarta while you read this (destination weddings, don’t you love ’em?), I’ve got Chicago nightlife on the brain. The Chaser first, people. Here’s the lowdown on the latest trends, openings, closings, and general intrigue…
I have this rule: No hanging out at bars in the morning. I don’t care if the World Cup is on, I don’t care if you’re supposed to take shots at 8 a.m. on St. Patrick’s Day, and I don’t care if the bartender makes a mean Bloody Mary (actually, I kind of hate Bloody Marys). In fact, unless I’m on vacation, I can’t get into bar mindset until about four in the afternoon—you know, when the British take their tea…
Egg foams, creams, drizzles, syrups: Sampling craft cocktails can feel like a bigger calorie fest than falling off the wagon at Sprinkles. And since loading up on who knows how many carbs before even glancing at a dinner menu is no way to stick to a New Year’s resolution, I’ve been wondering why no Chicago lounge that serves these 20-minutes-in-the-making concoctions had addressed the diet issue. Yet…
Ing (951 W. Fulton Market; 855-834-6464), the new restaurant from the Moto chef Homaro Cantu, is named both as an acronym for “imagining new gastronomy” and after the verb suffix that signals, appropriately enough, the progressive tense.
A Clean, Well-Lighted Place
When brainstorming the vibe of Hubbard Inn, an 8,000-square-foot, two-floor European-inspired restaurant opening for dinner Thursday, the proprietors found a lodestar…
I like talkative bartenders, don’t you? Well, at least the semitalkative ones who tell you a little something you wouldn’t have thought about otherwise, then slip down the bar to polish a glass or two, leaving you to mull over this tidbit before ordering your next round…
When you’re walking around a neighborhood in nearly two feet of snow, you tend to notice things that might not have registered from the comfort of your car. I saw something in Wrigleyville on Wednesday that stopped me in my (extremely deep) tracks…
NORTHERN RITES: Equal parts punch line and culinary reverie: the lutefisk
SNOMG! was so fun for a while, right? First there was the anticipation and the stocking up, followed by the hunkering down, the act of being bodily blown down the street during an adrenaline rush of a midnight blizzard stroll, the hours of happy tromping and shoveling, and then—what?…
Rock of Aja
The new chef at Aja is Ariel Bagadlong…
