Florence’s Il Porcellino is a 17th-century bronze statue of a boar who eats your coins in
exchange for good luck.
Chicago’s is a come-hither den of homemade orecchiette, Campari drinks and Sicilian-style focaccia pizza.
So, yeah. Pretty sure ours is better.
Outdated rituals of good fortune be damned, you’re choosing the local Il Porcellino—LEYE’s latest-and-greatest foray into delicious Italian fare, opening any day now in the former Paris Club space on Hubbard. Allow the slideshow to awaken your latent pasta-related desires.
You’ll notice the differences here right away. For one, it’s all one room now, featuring a handsome new wraparound bar. For others, the walls are covered with distinctly Italian totems of pop culture, wine bottles are hanging from the ceiling, and nobody’s mispronouncing French culinary terms. Win, win and win.
That semicircular leather booth toward the back will call to you. As will the buffalo mozzarella caprese and their wonderfully airy focaccia pizza. You’ll order a bottle of their table wine, served in a traditional Italian wicker basket. And then...
... the pasta. It’s beautiful. The rigatoni alla vodka. The gnocchi alla Bolognese. The other pastas.
What. We weren’t just going to keep naming pastas.
Chicago’s is a come-hither den of homemade orecchiette, Campari drinks and Sicilian-style focaccia pizza.
So, yeah. Pretty sure ours is better.
Outdated rituals of good fortune be damned, you’re choosing the local Il Porcellino—LEYE’s latest-and-greatest foray into delicious Italian fare, opening any day now in the former Paris Club space on Hubbard. Allow the slideshow to awaken your latent pasta-related desires.
You’ll notice the differences here right away. For one, it’s all one room now, featuring a handsome new wraparound bar. For others, the walls are covered with distinctly Italian totems of pop culture, wine bottles are hanging from the ceiling, and nobody’s mispronouncing French culinary terms. Win, win and win.
That semicircular leather booth toward the back will call to you. As will the buffalo mozzarella caprese and their wonderfully airy focaccia pizza. You’ll order a bottle of their table wine, served in a traditional Italian wicker basket. And then...
... the pasta. It’s beautiful. The rigatoni alla vodka. The gnocchi alla Bolognese. The other pastas.
What. We weren’t just going to keep naming pastas.
