The pedigreed puppet masters behind an enigmatic new West Loop establishment have claimed that their new
bar is “just a bar.”
Which begs the question: Is it, though? Is it, really?
For answers, we turned to our resident UrbanDaddy PI...
The Subject: "Moneygun"
Known Residences: 660 W Lake St, in the same nondescript building as another mysterious new establishment called Oriole. Suspicious.
The Evidence: Our sleuth discovered this menu, involving Kentucky fried quail and a foie gras Grand Slam, as well as these impeccably shot photographs. Huh. Moving right along...
The Investigation: Our man arrived a little after 8pm on a weeknight. He pushed through an unassuming green door and found himself inside a dimly lit space with what appeared to be a deliberate lack of décor and a proclivity toward old-school rap. So far, so “just a bar...”
But then, he slid into a burgundy-colored leather booth. A 30-strong list of classic drinks presented itself. Before he knew it, our PI was eating a Michelin-starred chef’s buffalo frog legs and sipping a delicious Caipirinha to the tune of Biz Markie’s “Just a Friend.”
The Conclusion: It's probably weird that we hired a PI for this.
Which begs the question: Is it, though? Is it, really?
For answers, we turned to our resident UrbanDaddy PI...
The Subject: "Moneygun"
Known Residences: 660 W Lake St, in the same nondescript building as another mysterious new establishment called Oriole. Suspicious.
The Evidence: Our sleuth discovered this menu, involving Kentucky fried quail and a foie gras Grand Slam, as well as these impeccably shot photographs. Huh. Moving right along...
The Investigation: Our man arrived a little after 8pm on a weeknight. He pushed through an unassuming green door and found himself inside a dimly lit space with what appeared to be a deliberate lack of décor and a proclivity toward old-school rap. So far, so “just a bar...”
But then, he slid into a burgundy-colored leather booth. A 30-strong list of classic drinks presented itself. Before he knew it, our PI was eating a Michelin-starred chef’s buffalo frog legs and sipping a delicious Caipirinha to the tune of Biz Markie’s “Just a Friend.”
The Conclusion: It's probably weird that we hired a PI for this.
