A word problem:
One train leaves Ogilvie for Kenosha at 4:36pm going 60 mph. An express train leaves Ogilvie in the same direction two hours later going 80 mph.
Pulled-pork pot stickers?
The answer to that totally senseless question lies in Madison Tavern—a casual new spot inside Ogilvie for lobster roll lunches, cider-and-vodka mule happy hours and pulled-pork pot sticker whenevers. It’s soft-open now (with a grand opening on Wednesday), and here are some pictures.
This fine establishment comes courtesy of the same guys who brought you Jackson Tavern and Randolph Tavern, so unobvious names aren’t really their strong suit. What is: a bunch of other, more important things.
For example, lunch. You and someone of significant stature will take a seat surrounded by colorful abstract art and black-and-white portraits of famous people. Then you’ll order a ribeye sandwich and spicy shrimp tostadas. All will be right with the world. Of lunch.
If it’s happy hour you seek, swing by with some thirsty coworkers and claim one of the long communal tables. You’ll have the apple-cider-y Metra Mule, Paul will order the Madison with rye and chocolate bitters, and Carl will just have a glass of milk.
Ugh. Carl.
One train leaves Ogilvie for Kenosha at 4:36pm going 60 mph. An express train leaves Ogilvie in the same direction two hours later going 80 mph.
Pulled-pork pot stickers?
The answer to that totally senseless question lies in Madison Tavern—a casual new spot inside Ogilvie for lobster roll lunches, cider-and-vodka mule happy hours and pulled-pork pot sticker whenevers. It’s soft-open now (with a grand opening on Wednesday), and here are some pictures.
This fine establishment comes courtesy of the same guys who brought you Jackson Tavern and Randolph Tavern, so unobvious names aren’t really their strong suit. What is: a bunch of other, more important things.
For example, lunch. You and someone of significant stature will take a seat surrounded by colorful abstract art and black-and-white portraits of famous people. Then you’ll order a ribeye sandwich and spicy shrimp tostadas. All will be right with the world. Of lunch.
If it’s happy hour you seek, swing by with some thirsty coworkers and claim one of the long communal tables. You’ll have the apple-cider-y Metra Mule, Paul will order the Madison with rye and chocolate bitters, and Carl will just have a glass of milk.
Ugh. Carl.
