Chicago, a comfy city. Coming from New York, I don't really feel like I have to sightsee or run around and eat everything in sight, so I can take it in and experience it like my friends who live there. As much as that's possible in a 48 hour booze-filled bachelorette weekend. So we went to Balina, a fancypants high-ceilinged bar somewhere; to get there, we took a 6-person cab(!). We pondered how one might reach the Chartreuse bottles on the highest shelf, then retreated to our lovely nook in the far corner of the restaurant.
The service was excellent, the cocktails confusing (rated on a bitterness scale of 1-10) and the entrees variously adjectived. We shared a bunch of plates- each gal sheepishly tossed out ideas and only the boldest were relayed to the server. Against Chicago tradition, the pizzas were small and thinly crusted, but the flavor- especially the mushroom and fontina- was excellent. The Balina meat & cheese plate was yummo- hard to do that poorly- with lots of breads and spreads and a piece of honeycomb, hooray! But check out the cocktails, I spent most of my menu time on those. And that's where I spent most of my Chicago time in general- checking out the cocktails.
The service was excellent, the cocktails confusing (rated on a bitterness scale of 1-10) and the entrees variously adjectived. We shared a bunch of plates- each gal sheepishly tossed out ideas and only the boldest were relayed to the server. Against Chicago tradition, the pizzas were small and thinly crusted, but the flavor- especially the mushroom and fontina- was excellent. The Balina meat & cheese plate was yummo- hard to do that poorly- with lots of breads and spreads and a piece of honeycomb, hooray! But check out the cocktails, I spent most of my menu time on those. And that's where I spent most of my Chicago time in general- checking out the cocktails.
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