The
Quest for the Holy Grain - Best Beer Bars |
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First Draft I have a home bar when I visit Chicago. It feels good. First Draft is the 600 block of Clark Street...there is not much else around it. The ceiling is industrial high and tin. From it hang extended fans and chandeliers. It has a sort of industrial look. It feels dark and comfortable. TV ' s are all over the place. I think the ration of taps to TVs is about 2 to 1 but I am not going to count, although there are 63 beautifully varied and balanced taps. I am attracted to the twelve beers of Christmas, an eclectic set of Xmas beers that give me a reason to return on my short stay. The bar has been here one and a half years; it is still building its personality. Early in the evening, the scattered patrons were young. Let's talk beer.
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Monk's Pub Sometime's its work. I am sitting in my hotel and I look down at my WWWD wrist band. I think, He darn sure would not sit in his room, He'd find a beer bar for the Quest. And so I did. I walk under the L tracks and turn left at Lake. Two big doors greet me. I grab the right one and push. Wrong answer. Pull. I have never seen a bar with a vestibule but It is dark inside. Dark wood, a dark place. The right interior wall is done like an exterior wall. It is lined with small booths. The left interior wall is half library, and half bar. On closer examination the bar is set into a bunch of old book shelves. It is packed and loud at 6 PM, and it has been so every time I have been here. Yes, I have been here before an never reviewed the place. Mea culp, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa. On the left wall is a long wooden bar with heavy metal stools. I am flying solo so I grab one of the few available. It will be crowded. Sometimes the Quest is work...I must sit near people. Between the library an the outside wall are round tables and chairs. A small L completes the room. There is a duct work ceiling decorated with beer tap handles. I must be in Belgia or whatever that country is called that makes all the Belgian beers. Monk's has 11 taps...most are Belgian...but I have XX Bitch Creek by Grand Teton Brewing and goddam it is good! It is double ESB; who knew I'd like it so much? TV's are scattered an set into cubby holes that used to be bookshelves. Two are CNN, two are NFL and one is sports center. What do we conclude from that? My neighbors to the left are drinking Coors Light. Why, weren't the perch biting? More on my neighbor on the right later. This is a dense part of Chicago. It is close to the financial district where there is a canyon on LaSalle with major bank buildings lining the canyon. I go La Chouffe for brew number two. I am high on the fragrance of too much coriander. I see ties and briefcases but there is a t-shirt to offset each tie. Business casual seems the order of the day. This is definitely an after work crowd; hundreds have been made and lost by this group. Barrels and barrel ends decorate the top of the bar wall. Each beer has its own glass...glassware is big here and European pours are de rigueur. By the third beer, a tripel, I am sure all the barmaids are Belgian—all muscles and cleavage. I get fish and chips and live to regret it. The fish was good. The cole slaw had so much vinegar the cabbage tasted like pickles. My neighbor on the right found a buddy and spoke to him all night. His buddy left and my neighbor checked out. He LOOKED normal. Neatly trimmed beard, suit, maybe 40-ish, had a stack of files, the tip one said CLEAdvantage. He paid his bill and left a tip that made the bar tender shake his hand and say thanks man. Then he sat there. As I waited for my bill he asked how long I had been waiting and then told me he had been waiting longer. He said he felt trapped in a time warp.
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