A good beer is not that hard to find.
(Your extraordinary sixth sense for Belgian blondes does help matters.)
Finding a good server to bring you one, however, is often another kettle of fish entirely.
(Except, again, for your whole Belgian-blonde-sensing ability.)
That’s why you’ve always subscribed to the it’s-best-to-get-your-own-damn-beer philosophy.
Therefore, be aware that Fatpour, a double-decker sports pub with a formidable belief in your own self-reliance, opens tonight in Wicker Park.
You’ll walk in to see a steel-and-concrete room, featuring a two-story glass cooler in the center. In it: 50 kegs. Some familiar, some not—it’s the only place in town you’ll find Serafijn Grand Cru on draft. Then there are also 100 bottles. And beer cocktails like Belgian Paradise (with a white-ale vodka, Aperol, lemon juice and coriander). Seriously, always with you and the Belgians.
Anyway, the best seat is one of the four booths with table taps. They’re big enough for six of you to pile in and analyze what happened against the Packers last night over fried cheese curds and burgers—there are 10 on the menu, including the balsamic-infused Dirty Hipster.
If you’re feeling like a beer contrarian, there is a $30 mystery cocktail served in a fishbowl that’s delivered by sparkler-wielding servers.
You should never have to carry your own sparklers.
(Your extraordinary sixth sense for Belgian blondes does help matters.)
Finding a good server to bring you one, however, is often another kettle of fish entirely.
(Except, again, for your whole Belgian-blonde-sensing ability.)
That’s why you’ve always subscribed to the it’s-best-to-get-your-own-damn-beer philosophy.
Therefore, be aware that Fatpour, a double-decker sports pub with a formidable belief in your own self-reliance, opens tonight in Wicker Park.
You’ll walk in to see a steel-and-concrete room, featuring a two-story glass cooler in the center. In it: 50 kegs. Some familiar, some not—it’s the only place in town you’ll find Serafijn Grand Cru on draft. Then there are also 100 bottles. And beer cocktails like Belgian Paradise (with a white-ale vodka, Aperol, lemon juice and coriander). Seriously, always with you and the Belgians.
Anyway, the best seat is one of the four booths with table taps. They’re big enough for six of you to pile in and analyze what happened against the Packers last night over fried cheese curds and burgers—there are 10 on the menu, including the balsamic-infused Dirty Hipster.
If you’re feeling like a beer contrarian, there is a $30 mystery cocktail served in a fishbowl that’s delivered by sparkler-wielding servers.
You should never have to carry your own sparklers.
