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Tomorrow, you will be living in a world with another Au Cheval.
Oh, you seem interested. Sure, we’ll go on.
It’s called Small Cheval, it opens tomorrow in Bucktown, and when you want an Au Cheval burger, your nights of hearing that there’s a two-hour wait at the original Randolph Street location may just come to an end. (Here’s what it looks like.)
It’s in the former Roxie’s by the Slice space. And you don’t know why the Hogsalt gang decided to replace their pizza spot with this, but you don’t care.
All you care about is the fact that you’ll have a truncated menu that’s written like a Hemingway novel: “Hamburger. Cheeseburger. Golden fries.” Of course, you can get bacon, lettuce and tomato if you insist on a little dramatic flourish.
Now, everything’s packaged to-go, but what’s the hurry? Sit on the patio. Have a peach gimlet. Drink a beer. Share a thick vanilla malted milkshake. Swirl a good whiskey.
Mostly just eat a burger, though.
Tomorrow, you will be living in a world with another Au Cheval.
Oh, you seem interested. Sure, we’ll go on.
It’s called Small Cheval, it opens tomorrow in Bucktown, and when you want an Au Cheval burger, your nights of hearing that there’s a two-hour wait at the original Randolph Street location may just come to an end. (Here’s what it looks like.)
It’s in the former Roxie’s by the Slice space. And you don’t know why the Hogsalt gang decided to replace their pizza spot with this, but you don’t care.
All you care about is the fact that you’ll have a truncated menu that’s written like a Hemingway novel: “Hamburger. Cheeseburger. Golden fries.” Of course, you can get bacon, lettuce and tomato if you insist on a little dramatic flourish.
Now, everything’s packaged to-go, but what’s the hurry? Sit on the patio. Have a peach gimlet. Drink a beer. Share a thick vanilla malted milkshake. Swirl a good whiskey.
Mostly just eat a burger, though.
