If you decide you want to open a restaurant serving sushi, pasta, steak, Tiki appetizers, British pub fare, and a sprinkling of the greatest hits from Red Lobster, that’s not usually a winning formula.
If that same restaurant looks like a Rat Pack-era red sauce joint collided with a Colonial-tavern, Ernest Hemingway’s hunting lodge, and an antiques store specializing in Wes Anderson movie props, you’re in trouble
Open this place in a back alley, and you might as well just set your investors’ money aflame at the original site of Mrs. O’Leary’s farm.
Then again, as the owners of Cheesecake Factory likely once said about all these things: “Hold my beer!”
But I am not speaking of that glorious Noah’s Ark of franchise food. I am instead talking about the everything bagel of Chicago restaurants, aka…