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Playing the Piano
Pollack and one of her favorite Dish spies couldn’t resist checking out lunch at Terzo Piano a few short weeks after the long awaited spot—touting a Tony Mantuano (Spiaggia) menu—opened its doors. A full review will appear in…

Shanghai Surprise

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While I pretty much love any place that serves a good drink, restaurant-bars (hello, Lula!) are a personal favorite: better chance of grabbing a seat, good food at the ready, ample wine list. So I was primed to try the year-or-so-old Wang’s (3317 N. Broadway; 773-296-6800), a sort-of restaurant bar attached to the Lake View sushi spot Wakamono that’s been on my to-do list for too long…

Three Big Piggies Go to Market

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Purple Hearts
Get ready to pig out. Scott Harris (Mia Francesca) and Jimmy Bannos (Heaven on Seven) (plus a third well-known chef who wishes to remain anonymous for now) are at work on The Purple Pig (500 N. Michigan Ave.), a Mediterranean “cheese, wine, and swine” spot. Bannos’s son, Jimmy Bannos, Jr.—a veteran of various Mario Batali places in New York (Esca, Lupa, Del Posto) for the past five years—will be the chef at the 65-seat Mag Mile spot on the ground floor of what some people know as…

Weekend Photos: Dead Celebrity Bike Bar Crawl

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Of all the dead celebrities in all the bars in the world, Chicagoans seem to have a penchant for blondes. Our photographer—who pedaled along on Saturday’s costumed pub crawl, which stopped at at The Long Room, Ravenswood Pub, and the Leadway (5233 N. Damen Ave.), among other local watering holes—points out the preponderance of platinum, from Anna Nicole to Di to Marilyn…

Weekend Photos: Roof at The Wit

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Friday’s gray forecast didn’t keep curious locals from flocking to Roof, the new indoor/outdoor bar on the 27th floor of The Wit Hotel with spectacular views of the Loop. Come happy hour, the place was all smiles—at least as long as the glasses were half full. Our photographer snapped the afterwork crowd living the high life…

Titillated Kilt

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I hadn’t planned on spending my Tuesday night staring at boobs. But I had planned to spend it drinking beer, and after a failed trip to Bronzeville’s newly opened, and seemingly newly closed, Swagger Lounge (5048 S. Prairie Ave.)—the door was boarded up; the lights were off; phone seems to have been disconnected; does anyone know what’s going on here?—I still wanted a pint. And in true Chaser style, I wanted it some place…