Your days: powered by a potent mix of spit, elbow-grease, gumption and the occasional well-timed
espresso.
Your nights: pizza and beer should do it.
Welcome to The Boiler Room, a gritty spectacle of a Chicago beer-and-pizza joint, opening tonight in Logan Square.
From the same team who brought you that Pilsen funhouse of salvaged pinball machines, Simone’s, this joint’s got a similar eye for salvation: metal machine-shop scraps have been fashioned into lighting. Seating is created from a combo of school desks and cargo straps. Old subway doors make the bathrooms look like a CTA disco car. (Plus, overhead safety straps in the men’s room are just good common sense.)
During the day, 18 roof solar panels soak up rays, ensuring that by the time you crawl in (say, around 2am Saturday), crazy pizzas like the Logan (mole and pulled pork) and the Fu Manchu (Thai barbecue) are piping hot.
The bar’s turn-of-the-century boiler backdrop sets the stage for a sophisticated beer lineup, plus cocktails like the 1988, mixing horchata-flavored rum with espresso and vanilla vodkas. It’s served with a side of Cinnamon Toast Crunch, in case you need a complete breakfast.
If all this visual and culinary stimulus isn’t enough, you can always jump in on a bingo game (really) or the occasional bags tourney on the huge back patio. There’s also a rumor of a lady arm-wrestling night.
So bring your big guns.
Your nights: pizza and beer should do it.
Welcome to The Boiler Room, a gritty spectacle of a Chicago beer-and-pizza joint, opening tonight in Logan Square.
From the same team who brought you that Pilsen funhouse of salvaged pinball machines, Simone’s, this joint’s got a similar eye for salvation: metal machine-shop scraps have been fashioned into lighting. Seating is created from a combo of school desks and cargo straps. Old subway doors make the bathrooms look like a CTA disco car. (Plus, overhead safety straps in the men’s room are just good common sense.)
During the day, 18 roof solar panels soak up rays, ensuring that by the time you crawl in (say, around 2am Saturday), crazy pizzas like the Logan (mole and pulled pork) and the Fu Manchu (Thai barbecue) are piping hot.
The bar’s turn-of-the-century boiler backdrop sets the stage for a sophisticated beer lineup, plus cocktails like the 1988, mixing horchata-flavored rum with espresso and vanilla vodkas. It’s served with a side of Cinnamon Toast Crunch, in case you need a complete breakfast.
If all this visual and culinary stimulus isn’t enough, you can always jump in on a bingo game (really) or the occasional bags tourney on the huge back patio. There’s also a rumor of a lady arm-wrestling night.
So bring your big guns.
