If you don’t make it to Al’s, there’s a reasonable facsimile called Max’s. There’s one on Adams downtown west of Wabash. They also have on on Diversey just east of Clark, but the downtown one is better. Make sure you ask them to dip it if you like it juicy.
I agree about the Athenian Room. Love them Greek Fries. The fact that you can bring their food directly (through an interior door) into into Glascott’s (a bar, for you out of towners) is an added plus. We used to play volleyball across the street from there and usually hit Glascott’s afterwards.
Random,
My in-laws’ place is a ten-minute walk from Al’s, so I’m hoping to slip out and get over there a couple times next week. I am carefully jotting down the Max’s locations, though, and thank you for the tip.
My wife grew up not far from the Athenian Room; it was her friends’ hangout back in the 1970s (the restaurant part, not the bar, I’m certain…they would NEVER have trifled with the alcohol laws of the great state of Illinois).
Oh swell, I can’t even make a freakin Top 5 list of only Chicago People
I’m the 6’1" thin male with short blonde hair, wearing a pair of khakis, cranberry red shirt over a t-shirt (I’m trying to out-prep Boli here), and being escorted by a couple of lovely women. Well, until we get in the door and they don’t need a ride anymore and ditch me to go hang out with someone else.
“I guess it is possible for one person to make a difference, although most of the time they probably shouldn’t.”
Well, somehow I fear that those that want to meet me only do because of my remarks about my sex life…And because YOU just about promised people I’d be putting out!
By the way, ChrisCTP asked last night in the chat if we were going to address each other by our screen names or by real names. Of course, in my case they’re the same thing, but what about the rest of you guys? Am I supposed to say, “Hey, Jophiel, do you need another drink?” Or if Omni’s trying to pick up on some chicks, is he going to introduce himself as Omniscient? I think Uncle Beer should just go with that, 'cause why wouldn’t he, but what about the rest of you?
Here I moved heaven and earth, risking my job to cut loose this weekend, and wouldn’t ya just damned know something would go wrong.
My furnace just cacked. I’ve been nursing it along, hoping it would last another year, but it broke down last night. And of course it had to do it just when the freak warm weather broke and it’s cold out there. So now it’s cold in here, too, and somehow or other I’m going to have to either get it fixed or buy a new one this weekend.
Sorry for the pity party. I wanted so much to meet you guys in person. Instead of quaffing refreshing beverages and reducing Chicago to smoking rubble I get to sit here in a cold house, awaiting bankruptcy.
DAMN! I’m sitting here tearing up like an idiot from pure disappointment. I’d looked forward to this so much. Well, things have to start going right sometime, right?
I wanted to meet you so much too! This is so disappointing!!! I don’t want to make you feel any worse, but just to tell you that your presence will be missed.
