First, Check Google Maps
For a place with the address right in the name, it’s tricky to find. Just look for a converted factory in a scrappy industrial park between North and Wabansia, catty-corner from a company that makes wrecking balls. You can’t miss it.
You’ll Wait for a Seat, Not a Drink
With just 45 seats—think Avec, but with concrete bar tops and US Army blanket upholstery—you may find yourself waiting for a spot. There’s a little stand-up area when you enter, and someone will hand you a seasonal punch. Or you can flip through about 1,000 vinyl LPs, everything from the Black Keys to the Allman Brothers. Bring something to the DJ (aka bartender) and order something flaming to go with it: a bourbon-spiked Hot Rods to Honolulu.
It’s Okay to Treat It as Just a Bar, But...
With the guy behind MK involved, come hungry—he’s hired a firecracker chef from LA. You and a date can sit at the kitchen counter for the inside scoop on her chicken-fried quail.
The Summer Is Going to Be a Blast
Three words: Kegs. Brats. Patio.