After meeting my long time friend here the night before to DYL, I popped in here yesterday for some medicine. Hair of the dog with a side of homemade rice and meat soup, bread, butter. That chased the chill from my bones for the moment, it was a frigid morning. Special today was polish beef stew served with four killer potato pancakes. I left one on the plate they were so big. Stew was rich and satisfying, the potato pancakes were to die for. Made from scratch, thin oblong golden brown, crispy edged cakes were just out of this world good. The marriage of the cake with the reddish brown gravy was magical. Set me back around 8 bucks including the beer.
Review Source:I live in San Francisco now, but there's nothing quite like this place on the west coast.
The clientelle is a balance of tool and die shop guys with crushed souls, chatty local drunks, and overweight Bears fans. Â It's got a decent shitty jukebox, decent shitty Chicago-style bar food, an impressive lack of high-end liquor, and the notable absence of a single photon of natural light.
Tip: one of the bartenders is Polish, so if you speak the language, it's a good way to talk about the company you're with, without them catching on.
All in all, a class act!
P.S., why does every Chicagoan know the Polish word for "butt"?