The Smoke Daddy

Big Daddy

The Smoke Daddy. Upgraded.

None 9 Photos The Smoke Daddy
You’ve heard of the Three R’s.

Today, we’re going to talk about the Six B’s.

1. Blues.
2. Barbecue.
3. Beer.
4. Bloody Marys.
5. Brunch.
6. Big-ass renovations.

Welcome to a fully glass-atrium-equipped, rotisserie-spinning, brunch-serving The Smoke Daddy, opening Thursday.

So, yes, you know this place. It’s been around forever. Well, at least since the Clinton administration. The live music is great. Their baby backs are saucy. Their Bloody Mary is legendary. You really had no complaints.

Okay, a few complaints. It was dark. It was small. And sure, they had a great Bloody Mary, but no brunch at which to drink it. Oh, and the bathrooms—well, let’s not talk about those.

Those problems: all history. They’ve basically doubled in size with the addition of a soaring glass atrium—a glass garage door swings open when the weather decides to cooperate. You’ll find more tables, more beer (local microbrews among them—in case you’re looking for Revolution’s Anti-Hero IPA) and, in the center of it all, a wood-fired rotisserie grilling a whole chicken.

Vast improvements indeed.

Now picture yourself here this weekend for brunch. You see that skewer of brisket-wrapped pulled pork in your Bloody Mary, of course. But with it: brisket omelets, cinnamon-sugar monkey bread and peanut-butter-and-banana sandwiches.

It’s the way Elvis brunched.

Elsewhere on the Daddy

More Food in Chicago