Look, it’s Friday. And as nice as that is, we know that making evening plans around this time of year
gets... complicated.
But you don’t need hoopla. You don’t need chandelier-filled rooms or massive leather booths. And you certainly don’t need a place where tequila is served as a vodka chaser.
Good thing that this is not about your needs. It’s about your wants.
Introducing Moe’s Cantina River North, a soaring tequila hall ready to host your añejo-fueled blowouts starting tonight.
If you’re familiar with the Wrigleyville original, you’ll have a good idea of what to expect—only bigger. UFO-size wrought iron chandeliers. An entire second floor. And—this is key—many, many more tequilas.
It’s the sort of place where you and the after-work crowd can just pile into a big booth and start ordering random skewers of meats smoked with mesquite from Texas. They arrive swinging on devices that look like something from the Spanish Inquisition. Always a fun start.
About the time you’re done feasting on Mexican Sliders and Pollo Pimiento and knocking back horchata cocktails and something called Holy Water (you get very spiritual about your tequila), the lights will dim slightly, and the music will grow a bit louder. You’ll summon a certain bottle of vodka to the table, which will come with a slightly smaller bottle of tequila.
Consider it cocktail garnish.
But you don’t need hoopla. You don’t need chandelier-filled rooms or massive leather booths. And you certainly don’t need a place where tequila is served as a vodka chaser.
Good thing that this is not about your needs. It’s about your wants.
Introducing Moe’s Cantina River North, a soaring tequila hall ready to host your añejo-fueled blowouts starting tonight.
If you’re familiar with the Wrigleyville original, you’ll have a good idea of what to expect—only bigger. UFO-size wrought iron chandeliers. An entire second floor. And—this is key—many, many more tequilas.
It’s the sort of place where you and the after-work crowd can just pile into a big booth and start ordering random skewers of meats smoked with mesquite from Texas. They arrive swinging on devices that look like something from the Spanish Inquisition. Always a fun start.
About the time you’re done feasting on Mexican Sliders and Pollo Pimiento and knocking back horchata cocktails and something called Holy Water (you get very spiritual about your tequila), the lights will dim slightly, and the music will grow a bit louder. You’ll summon a certain bottle of vodka to the table, which will come with a slightly smaller bottle of tequila.
Consider it cocktail garnish.
