And now, a story in three acts.
Dramatis Personae:
Act I: Front Tavern
You enter a bar. You wonder out loud, “Hey, wasn’t this John’s Place?” You seem confused, because instead of baby strollers and yoga-panted brunchers, you see white linen chairs, an open kitchen and wraparound barn-wood walls.
Curious, you walk to the bar and order The German, a whiskey-tea-blueberry thing. You ask about a flight featuring whiskey aged in Italian aperitif barrels. But...
[HOSTESS ENTERS, LEADING YOU AWAY]
Act II: The Dining Room
Hostess opens farm door to reveal a comfortable little dining room. You’re presented with a menu detailing cider-braised pork collar and pan-fried trout with celery chimichurri. You opt for the burger with aged white cheddar and butterkase cheese. Fatigue hits. This could be the end...
Act III: The Inn
Suddenly, you remember you booked that 3,200-square-foot duplex attached to this place. Upstairs, housemade pastries and a ping-pong table await your arrival.
And a bed.
[CURTAIN]
Dramatis Personae:
- White Oak Tavern & Inn: an upstart Midwestern farmhouse situation that’s now open in Lincoln Park and determined to make it in the big city.
- You: charming, sensitive, into whiskey and comfort food, hungry.
- The date: a supporting yet essential role.
- Hostess.
- Ping-pong table.
Act I: Front Tavern
You enter a bar. You wonder out loud, “Hey, wasn’t this John’s Place?” You seem confused, because instead of baby strollers and yoga-panted brunchers, you see white linen chairs, an open kitchen and wraparound barn-wood walls.
Curious, you walk to the bar and order The German, a whiskey-tea-blueberry thing. You ask about a flight featuring whiskey aged in Italian aperitif barrels. But...
[HOSTESS ENTERS, LEADING YOU AWAY]
Act II: The Dining Room
Hostess opens farm door to reveal a comfortable little dining room. You’re presented with a menu detailing cider-braised pork collar and pan-fried trout with celery chimichurri. You opt for the burger with aged white cheddar and butterkase cheese. Fatigue hits. This could be the end...
Act III: The Inn
Suddenly, you remember you booked that 3,200-square-foot duplex attached to this place. Upstairs, housemade pastries and a ping-pong table await your arrival.
And a bed.
[CURTAIN]
