Now that my office has moved up, up, up to the East side (well, to 180 N. Michigan from 188 W. Randolph), I've got a bunch of new places to check out. One of them is right in my building.
Despite its location scarcely a dozen steps off Michigan Avenue, the Old Timers Restaurant and Lounge is a real bar, filled with construction workers mid-afternoon and office workers having a beer after work. The beer is cheap (especially if you like PBR), the smoke is thick, and the barmaids friendly and exceptionally well-endowed. There are diamond-shaped windows in colored glass, classic 70s-style dark wood furnishings, and free wi-fi.
It's attached to a real restaurant, of the Greek breakfast house variety, except that on account of the bar, it's open til 8 at night. I stopped in tonight.
First the bad news. The salad greens couldn't have been more boring: iceberg lettuce, a drying radish, a few thin slices of industrial tomato. The vegetable was corn, I'm assuming straight from a freezer bag. I wouldn't swear that the potatoes hadn't come from a box. The smoke from the bar definitely makes it over to the restaurant. So does the noise, which would be fine except they were having so much fun in there it was hard not to feel a little left out.
But everything else was a delight. The salad dressing almost, but not quite, made up for the greens. The rolls had a nice hard crust that left shards of crumbs all over the table. The butter was real. The clam chowder, joy of joys, was not a gloppy pile of library paste garnished with a few rubbery bits of alleged clam, but instead a wonderful Manhattan style chowder, with big pieces of vegetables and the occasional bit of crab shell and clam grit. The gravy, I do believe, had spent some time in contact with meat drippings. And the pork chops, ah........! Perfectly seasoned, fat and juicy. And they came on the bone. Which I gnawed, gratefully. It drives me nuts that so many restaurants have come to the conclusion that people won't meat unless it's been trimmed to some perfect geometric form, devoid of anything--a bone for example-- that might remind patrons that it was once part of an animal. The waitress couldn't have been more friendly, and clearly has long-time friendships with some of the other customers. As I was starting in on the porkchops she said "wouldn't you like a little dish of applesauce with that? Applesauce is always good with pork. I'll bring it to you."
Dinner, with tax. $10.46.
I regret I didn't have my camera, but there's a photo on Flickr
here
Old Timers Restaurant and Lounge
75 E. Lake
Chicago
You can take a peek at the menu (Monte Cristo! Francheesie! Olive Burger!
here