You’re absolutely right.
Chicago doesn’t need another steakhouse. But here’s the thing...
Chicago wants one.
And, by God, what Chicago wants, RPM Steak will soon provide. It’s hoping to open as early as August 19 in River North.
Yes, we know you’ve been waiting for this one and its impending promise of Bill and Giuliana Rancic-ness, its attendant Melmans running the floor, its Doug Psaltis doing his thing to well-marbled filet caps and 60-day dry-aged porterhouses.
So start with a drink in the lounge. Play dealmaker and whisper over 40-year scotches in a darkened booth. Your old trusted barkeep Paul McGee will polish the marble top before mixing you a Tuxedo, a classic gin cocktail with a hint of absinthe and a lemon peel carved into a little yellow bow-tie floater. The guy gets you.
But soon, you’ll be escorted to the sunken, see-and-be-seen dining room and nod confidently to that guy over there who kind of resembles the mayor. Take up in a semicircular booth and summon steaks. Summon rare Bordeaux. Summon big Bordeaux wineglasses.
Summon a few vegetables, too. You’re not a caveman.