Opportunities for the hockey-indifferent

As two of the seemingly very few Chicagoans who don't care about hockey, my beau and I were thinking that tonight might be a good night to score a table at places that normally have longish weeknight waits. Where would you go? (Fat Rice would be at the top of our list if only they were open on Mondays.)

watson wrote:As two of the seemingly very few Chicagoans who don't care about hockey, my beau and I were thinking that tonight might be a good night to score a table at places that normally have longish weeknight waits. Where would you go? (Fat Rice would be at the top of our list if only they were open on Mondays.)

Booo, I'm not helping you!

Ram4 wrote:Booo, I'm not helping you!

uhh, what I meant was: go Hawks! I'm sure you'll do fine! Will send good thoughts!

Too bad it's Monday, a lot of places might be closed. One place that is never crowded during big sporting events is Kuma's Corner (no TVs). Not sure if they are open today.

Anything on this list: http://chicago.eater.com/archives/2013/ ... -now-5.php

I'd also add Kai Zan, Au Cheval, La Sirena Clandestina, Nightwood and the Publican.

I always like to find opportunities to go to Purple Pig without all the hassle/wait/etc. Tonight seems like a good opportunity...

Purple Pig is another good one. Avec would be great tonight as well.

Ursiform wrote:Purple Pig is another good one. Avec would be great tonight as well.

Avec, maybe. It was once a good place to go to avoid the Superbowl. I remember reading they brought in televisions at least last year. You may want to call first to double check.

Depending on the person, no television is a feature and for others it is a lack of amenities.

Regards,

Vera would be another great option. I believe they do $1 oysters on Monday.

Saturday night, 7:30pm.
Picking up fabulous take-out from The Bento Box.

Waitress: You heading back home to watch in front of the game?
Me: Game?
Waitress: It's why we're so empty. But takeout is busy.
Me: Huh.
Waitress: Not a Hawks fan?
Me: What sport is that?
Waitress: Hockey.
Me: Why is there a hockey tournament in summer?

annak wrote:Me: What sport is that?
Waitress: Hockey.
Me: Why is there a hockey tournament in summer?

The humorist Annie Lebowitz once defined summer as the time of year during which you think the professional hockey season will come to an end but it does not.

Fran Lebowitz is a humorist. Annie Lebovitz is a photographer.

leek wrote:Annie Lebovitz is a photographer.

But she's pretty funny, too.

Easy answer- Lula Cafe Monday Night Farm Dinner. This time of year, it's bound to be excellent.

Sorry, Fran Lebowitz is who I meant.

Thwarted by the weather! Dammit. While I would never be so churlish to my fellow citizens as to hope for a Game 7, these suggestions will be great for other occasions, e.g., when the Cubs are in the World Series. Thanks, all!

stevez wrote:

leek wrote:Annie Lebovitz is a photographer.

But she's pretty funny, too.

OT but.....
Not really, she is kind of a jerk. I ran into her on Sanibel Island a couple of years ago and she was super not interested is even stoping to say hello to a fan of her work. She was not working, did not seem to be late for anything, just walking into a nature preserve...

I would trade six months of GNRs to be able to experience the last two minutes of that game anew.

Darren72 wrote:I would trade six months of GNRs to be able to experience the last two minutes of that game anew.

And the best news is, you don't have to!

We were the only patrons for most of the night at Trattoria Ultimo, 1953 W Chicago. (post coming soon) I excused myself to Cleo's with 9 minutes left in the third period while the in-laws ordered dessert and finished the wine.

Had family in town who were not super-interested in watching the game, so we went to Balena that night. I expected we'd be the only ones in the place, but I was wrong--the place was quite full of the hockey-indifferent. Back in the car upon leaving, we tuned in the game to hear what was happening, to discover it had just ended. We were excited to hear the excited announcers. The one thing in which we did get to participate--which we would not have, had we stayed home to watch--was the happy madness on the streets, as we drove through neighborhoods towards Logan Square and then back to Lakeview. So, while I regret that I will never experience those last minutes of the game, and will have to live off other people's stories of it as it is recalled year after year in the living memories of all Chicagoans who saw it, our plan (in addition to a good meal) had its compensations.