My dad and I went to eat here at this haunted restaurant. Here’s the story:
A young woman showed up one day visibly distraught and asked if she could leave her child there for a short while. She had been dating the bartender at the time. When the bartender refused, she took her child and sped off down 55th Street. About a half mile away she struck a tree in an apparent suicide.
My Dad asked our waitress if anything had happened lately and she told us about an incident that happened that wasn’t incredibly recent, but was the one that convinced her of the young blonde woman’s presence. I found a video.
The interior is all rich wood with small tables and saloon chairs. Some antique shadowboxes line the wall you see when you first walk in. Old wine bottles crowned the walls around where we sat.
Their website has a collection of things people have experienced there: Here
It was 80 degrees when we went there so I wore a sundress in the heat, but when we got in the building, despite how often the door was opening and closing with people coming and going, it was freezing. One would think, well they probably have the air on because it’s so hot and there are so many people, but I looked around where I was sitting and saw no vents, and there was no fan above us. It was strange for the cold air to be swirling around on the floor.
As for the food, they have the best burgers in Chicago, but I did not get one, I got a steak as per usual, which was terrible, but given the amount of people there and the thickness of it, I could have told you it would be terribly under cooked. Was worth a shot. The french onion soup was amazing though.