When you hear of a company that’s dedicated its entire existence to creating the finest pocket squares—and only pocket squares—some people ask: why? We ask: why not get those exquisite kerchiefs to you for up to 55% off? See, it pays to ask the right questions.
Jeppson’s Malört, the wormwood liqueur that our fair city loves to hate, is now available in pie form. The Chicago Sunrise is offered up (on occasion, maybe call and check first) at Hoosier Mama Pie Company. You’re welcome. Alternatively, we’re so very sorry.
For drinking something green: Public House’s Patty Cake Shake (Baileys, Rumple Minze, Guinness and a slice of Guinness cake) should do just fine. For drinking something brown: plenty of Guinness and whiskey specials at Deadbolt. For drinking nothing: wrong holiday.
For all those times when you thought, “This beer’s great, but I wish I’d poured it myself,” enter Tapster. It’s Chicago’s first DIY beer bar, and it’s got 62 interactive taps that let you procure drinks by the ounce with an electronic “Tapcard.” As far as cards go, that’s probably one of the better ones.
Your March Madness bracket might be a testament to wishful thinking. Luckily, there are only three contenders at the new takeout-only spot above Oyster Bah called Seaside’s: fried chicken, baby back ribs and grilled Maine lobster. You like those odds.
On Monday, when your coworkers ask what you did last weekend, the answer could be, “Oh, I saw Swedish instrumental quartet Dungen perform an original score while watching the oldest full-length animated feature film, The Adventures of Prince Achmed, at Garfield Park Conservatory.” Just saying.
