The place: Denver, Colorado.
... Or maybe it’s Cheyenne, Wyoming. Hard to tell. But it’s someplace like that—one of those Old West towns.
The year: oh, 1800-and-something. Let’s say 1853. Doesn’t matter.
What matters: you’ve been prospecting all day. Your pan’s come up bubkes. You’re hungry, ornery and somebody better slam two fingers of whiskey in front of you real quick-like.
Also: a brisket taco would be nice.
So say howdy to High Noon Saloon, which basically transforms John Wayne’s swagger into a bar, opening tonight in Wicker Park.
They have everything you need from a place that calls itself a saloon. So yes, there’s a ton of good beer, whiskey and tequila. They’ll pour it fast, and if need be, they’ll pour it cheap. And if you want your spiced cacao tequila mixed with raisin-cola syrup, they have an Aces and Eights at the ready.
Also at the ready: motif enhancers like shoe-scuffed hickory-wood floors, barn-wood trusses and a player piano (naturally, to be rerigged to be a DJ booth).
Of course, you could just come in here to watch the Blackhawks on one of their 11 TVs. But since they snagged a vet from Frontera Grill and Topolobampo to be their chef, tamales, chicken-fried steak and housemade fried ice cream are all perfectly legitimate reasons to visit, too.
Just leave your horse outside.
... Or maybe it’s Cheyenne, Wyoming. Hard to tell. But it’s someplace like that—one of those Old West towns.
The year: oh, 1800-and-something. Let’s say 1853. Doesn’t matter.
What matters: you’ve been prospecting all day. Your pan’s come up bubkes. You’re hungry, ornery and somebody better slam two fingers of whiskey in front of you real quick-like.
Also: a brisket taco would be nice.
So say howdy to High Noon Saloon, which basically transforms John Wayne’s swagger into a bar, opening tonight in Wicker Park.
They have everything you need from a place that calls itself a saloon. So yes, there’s a ton of good beer, whiskey and tequila. They’ll pour it fast, and if need be, they’ll pour it cheap. And if you want your spiced cacao tequila mixed with raisin-cola syrup, they have an Aces and Eights at the ready.
Also at the ready: motif enhancers like shoe-scuffed hickory-wood floors, barn-wood trusses and a player piano (naturally, to be rerigged to be a DJ booth).
Of course, you could just come in here to watch the Blackhawks on one of their 11 TVs. But since they snagged a vet from Frontera Grill and Topolobampo to be their chef, tamales, chicken-fried steak and housemade fried ice cream are all perfectly legitimate reasons to visit, too.
Just leave your horse outside.
