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Publican | West Loop, Chicago
“If you need a place for your purse,” the waiter stated, “there is a shelf below the seat of your chair.”
“I love this place already,” the wife-to-be responded.
They had thought of everything. EXCEPT idiot men that put their umbrellas on said shelf only to walk out light and free, without a care in the world, and without umbrella. Small price to pay.
Attention to detail is the deal here. Order a bloody Mary, get a beer-back (or beer chaser). Get the Weiswurst, you get the traditional accompaniments of mustard and giant pretzel. The bathrooms have separate stalls and a communal sink. There’s teak everywhere. The ceiling is covered with softly glowing globes. And then there’s the bacon.
The bacon is 10x thicker than any bacon you’ve ever had. It’s BACON. Punch you in the face (or heart?) bacon. And it’s great. Get a side. And get a booth.
There are three seating options at Publican — big, shared teak tables; tall, pub tables without chairs but with coat hooks below the tabletop; and entirely enclosed, you need to open the gate the enter, booths. Next time I will require a booth. And bacon. And any drink that comes with a beer-back.