Upon our arrival, it was obvious that it was going to be special: the maiter d’, hostesses and cocktail waitresses in the bar were all quick to ask “who’s ‘The Drunk Idiot’” and “why can’t you drive 55?”  They did their homework and were excited to engage in what has become a Chicago tradition second to none.  Live jazz emenating from the corner, a drunken face sucking session and a menage a trois in the making added to the “ambiance” at the bar.

This time we were walked through our sides promptly after their arrival: the oysters rockefeller, pesto risotto fritters and calamari were highlights.  Wedges, chopped and caprese salads were terrific.  When the steaks finally arrived, no one was disappointed; the 22oz Bone-In “Cowboy” Ribeyes stole the show though everyone else seemed more than satisfied.

While we did not have the opportunity to retire upstairs for cigars due to the city ordinance imposed since out last visit, the decision was quickly made to stay at Sullivan’s and close out the evening in style.  The waitresses continued their friendly banter and served several more rounds.  While I was the winner at the dinner table, the tab at our after dinner drinks made up for it.

In short, the evening wreaked of success on all counts and I believe it ranks as one of the top 5 Steak Night experiences we’ve had since beginning the tradition in April of 2007.  Thank you, Sullivan’s.

Faithfully yours,
Holingwa

Special guest Ryan “Balanaby” Ray joined Chicago’s finest gentleman for the evening and was instantly envious of our Thursday meetings of meat.

Solid service, even offering Balanaby some free key lime pie upon learning it was his virgin trip to Joe’s. Brad finally walked free and Balanaby thought his birthday was in May until he was introduced to a steak night tradition.

Cole was given a new guy reprieve and only paid half the pre dinner drink tab as a penalty of violating rule #4. Scotty picked up the rest, perhaps because of our special guest. Thank you gentleman.