There’s a little bar near a chocolate factory, and if you walk underneath and past the train tracks a little bit on N. Milwaukee Street, you’ll find it tucked in neatly against a few plain buildings. A blue neon sign displays only the word “Lounge” and you’ll have to look twice before you see the restaurant’s name high above the building. When we were here on our second night in Chicago, we were greeted by a man (perhaps the owner or tenant who lives in the building above the bar?) and his friendly dog. We had the entire booth to ourselves by the open front window. The atmosphere here is perfect for drinks and good conversation with a small group of friends, and the food is so good,I’m still thinking about those fried green beans as I type right now.
The guys took a shot of Chicago’s infamous malort. From what I’ve heard, this is something I’d rather not try anytime soon.