Yes, life has truly blessed us with a surfeit of fine, upstanding Bettys.
To prove the point, here’s yet another: The Betty, an overstuffed drinking escapade in the West Loop, which opens tomorrow. (Here’s your slideshow and your menu.)
What does this Betty offer that the others don’t? Here’s a Field Guide to Bettys to help sort that right out.
Date of Birth
Rubble: c. 3000 BCE (est.).
The Betty: 01/21/15.
Grable: Twentieth Century-Fox back lot.
White: The lanai.
Loren-Maltese: Cicero; medium-security prisons.
The Betty: The former Lumen space.
Friedan: Feminine mystique.
The Betty: Peacock feathers, a player piano, a decorative barber chair, wood paneling and the mystique of candlelit tables and long leather couches.
For Dinner, She’ll Serve
Rubble: Brontosaurus burgers.
Crocker: Hamburger Helper.
Draper: Cold stares.
The Betty: Squid salad, assorted pierogies, tikka masala chicken thighs.
And for Dessert
Crocker: Oh, probably something rainbow-sprinkled.
Draper: No dessert, now go to your room.
The Betty: Pie Ice Cream Sandwich, wherein the pie and sandwich universes finally collide.
She Also Makes a Mean
The Betty: Coffee & Cigarettes cocktail with whiskey, vanilla and orange flower water.
Often Seen in the Company Of
White: Golden girls.
The Betty: You, your dates, your...
... well, this was fun.