Tan lines: fading.
It’s that time. You have to figure out if your summer fling has what it takes to become your autumn squeeze. And there’s only one way to find out. Naturally, it involves wild boar belly, some fried oysters and whiskey.
So welcome to Morso, opening tonight in Lincoln Park, a two-story boîte ready for your next casual, hey-let’s-get-to-know-each-other date... or for the next time you’re closing the deal.
Though the guy behind it pilots one of Chicago’s first food trucks, this place is firmly rooted in restaurant classics: snug tables, a well-stocked bar and a candle-lit upstairs lounge.
It has the feeling of a classic Lincoln Park row house—stylish, but with an understated black-and-white color scheme. To get there, you’ll walk up to the second-floor plaza on Armitage.
Start tentatively in the upstairs lounge with a few cold oysters, nibbles of tempura-battered pork belly nuggets and Panacea, scotch with hints of ginger, star anise and black tea. But if things take a serious turn, and you need to see where things are headed, we suggest the main floor dining room. Discuss your respective long-, short- and medium-range plans while splitting crispy oysters and crab cake or duck liver parfait.
Nothing says commitment like duck liver parfait.