What, like we aren't going to recommend it?
This is where we had our first kiss. Our bond would soon grow as deep as the dish.
Part sandwich, part salad, part architectural miracle: the Chicago dog. Located in Ryan's old neighborhood, this stand serves up the best of them: grilled Vienna Beef frankfurter, serpentine yellow mustard, disquietingly neon-green sweet pickle relish, chopped white onion, tomato slices, pickle spear, giardiniera, a hint of celery salt and not a hint of ketchup. All of this miraculously held in a too-hot-to-hold steamed poppy seed bun. And, if you go on a Friday or Saturday night, it'll be served alongside insults from the staff. A quintessential Chicago experience.
A theoretically Frank Sinatra-themed dive bar where happy hour features PBR in a chalice. Located in Emily's old neighborhood right by the Sheridan stop on the red line.
It is said that at midnight, if you look through your martini glass at the booth in the back corner, you'll see an apparition of Al Capone. At the very least, you'll get live music in an iconic Chicago spot. Across the street from Demera!