Ow.
I'm often aware of the fact that I'm at a different place in life than the regular crew of people posting here. Calling Wicker Park "home", single and 25 I'm living a lifestyle that the regulars here have grown out of by now. (At least casually lurking would give that idea.)
It's never more apparent than on Thursday mornings. Thursday morning is my morning to leap out of bed with a start, stumble barefoot around my apartment mumbling expletives that I reserve for special occasions (and of course "What were we thinking last night?"), and search for Advil - all while concocting yet another clever excuse to explain being late for work.
This is all something I blame squarely on Moonshine - at least every other week.
I first investigated Moonshine based on an article about bourbons; it'd mentioned that Moonshine served Booker's at a reasonable price. I have a great fondness for Booker's in a Manhattan and Moonshine is just a stumble away from home, so I gathered some friends to check it out.
As is often the case with restaurants in this city, it took a good deal of time for them to get their liquor license. They had just recently gotten it at the time of my first visit, and business was slow. The biggest impression we took from the first visit was the service - it was exceptional. They serve most of their drinks in "Moonshine-themed" glassware - namely jars in differing sizes. (There's no jar shaped martini glass, and people would likely drop a pitcher without a handle - so they make do with the standard issue variety in those cases.) I was commenting on the glassware as a manager happened by on the first visit - he stopped to explain the sizes of all of their glasses, and offered us a gratis appetizer for the "confusion", real or imagined on his part. (We didn't complain.)
The food was good on our first visit, but I'll have to admit it was a secondary purpose for visiting. We simply ordered several appetizers and shared them at the table. Chicken quesadillas, wings, spinach & artichoke dip - nothing fancy or unique, but all rendered nicely. The one so-so item was the calamari. It was pretty obviously taken out of a bag of frozen calamari in the back and deep-fried. It wasn't overcooked which was nice, but it was nothing special.
On my second visit we went even later and on the evening before a Holiday weekend. (I forget why, it was a Thursday and everyone had Friday off, sometime last spring.) Business had definitely picked up, and the bar and lounge area were crowded. Several of the people in our party were smokers, so the management had several employees arrange seating for us in smoking section - moving furniture and tables to facilitate this. (We didn't actually eat on this visit.)
Now, back to Wednesday nights. Starting back in May some friends that run a promotional company (pretty much exclusively involved in the nightclub industry, save for this night) started doing after work events here. You could almost refer to it as a Happy Hour, except for that fact that it's illegal to do so - and it goes for 6 hours. The idea being to bring people that normally only see each other out at clubs together in an after work environment, with music and food. These events were successful and have been going on every other Wednesday, since then. (This is probably the night that I wouldn't bring children, or even go to if you wanted a relaxed dining experience. It's crowded, loud, and it gets rather hot inside. They have to close the overhead doors and windows to keep the noise inside - and the air conditioning and fans don't really keep up.)
They run a 1/2-price pizza special on these nights, and it really has to be one of my favorites. Having grown up lived in and around Chicago for my entire life, I've been predisposed to the thought that all pizza should have a thicker, doughy crust. Moonshine's effectively broken me of that. The pizza there is almost cracker thin, lightly topped and ever-so-slightly burnt around the edges. My favorite is the fresh tomato and green chile - whole slices of fresh tomato set atop the cheese and baked until partially softened, with the slight spice of green chiles lying underneath. Not too much sauce, not too much cheese.
Aside from the pizza and aforementioned appetizers I'm somewhat embarrassed to admit that the only other menu item I've had the occasion to eat there is their burger - a good-sized chunk of beef with green chiles (optional) and a solid bun, with the normal accoutrements on the side. Worth checking out, but certainly nothing that'd make it a destination.
My only caveat is the margaritas. They run a special on them by the pitcher on Wednesdays, and we've jokingly theorized that they're actually a potent combination of saccharine, yellow dye and rohypnol diluted with water. Veterans of the bar scene go down when they try and confront these evil drinks head on. You can't really taste the tequila in them - until the next morning. (Well, unless you get an especially potent batch. Then you're really in for trouble.) I mentally promise myself that I'll avoid these monstrosities every time - and I do, up until someone hands me a glass. And then before you know it, it's Thursday morning and I'm leaping out of bed...
Moonshine
1824 W. Division St.
773-862-8686
-Pete