Martini time!

[muckefuck]

Alright at last! Stepbrother's impending presence confirmed by phone, $4 martini night at the Blue Line Club Car is a go for this Wednesday!

This is an open invitation to all Chicago-area folks (and anyone else passing through the area this week). I'll probably show up around 6 p.m. According to stepsister, the food is quite good; I have my reservations about her authority, but the owner also owns the local Salt and Pepper hipster diners, so it can't be that bad and the prices seem quite reasonable. Consequently, I plan to dine there. How long I linger will depend entirely on unknowns such as my mental state, the crowd what appears, and so forth, but I expect I'll be around until 9ish.

(For you Chicagoans who remember Wicker Park before it was Boho Heaven, the Blue Line Club Car is right where the late lamented Busy Bee used to be, i.e. right under the Damen stop on the O'Hare Line.)

Comments

[niemandsrose.livejournal.com]

Boho? Don't you mean FoBo?

[danbearnyc.livejournal.com]

I am glad to see if the Busy Bee had to go, it's been replaced by a club that serves priced-to-go martinis.

I DUNNO...

[darkphuque.livejournal.com]

Perhaps the quality of the food at the Busy Bee had diminished, or people weren't into heavy Polish cooking; but my memories of the Bee are wonderful. I remember great czadnina,sensuous pirogi, and down right gut splitting portions... all things pass, I guess. One less place to visit when next I am in Chicago.
I am sad.

[muckefuck.livejournal.com]

I thought it was more a case of Sophie getting tired of the restaurant business (really, who can blame anyone for that?) plus the opportunity to make a killing and secure their retirement by selling out in a booming property market. That seems borne out by this Reader article.

No question, it was an awesome place. But what other awesome places are out there that I never discovered because I was going to the Busy Bee?

THE REASON ISN'T IMPORTANT...

[darkphuque.livejournal.com]

I am sad because another piece of what was a big part of my past is now just a memory. Another place to which I cannot go back, revisit, experience once again.

As I get older, I realize that many doors are closing and not as many are opening... I guess its part of the whole "getting old" picture. I can make Pirogi. I can make Czardnina. But its not the same. So much of my past has died, (people/places/things) that the multiple loss syndrome won't go away, and now another tombstone has been planted. I wonder how many more there are unknown to me?

Yes, there are new things happening in my life, but I aways want to think of them as "additions" to my life, not "replacements" for things lost... *big sigh*

[muckefuck.livejournal.com]

There's something to be said for only having one's memories. What if Sophie had sold the place to someone else who kept it a Polish diner? There's a small chance that your next visit would be as intense and evocative as your previous ones, but isn't it more likely that you would've been disappointed somehow? The pierogi would've been mushy, or less flavourful, or Just Not As Good As They Were.

In my mind, the Busy Bee experience is perfect--and always will be, since there's no reality left to disappoint.

[darkphuque.livejournal.com]

Perhaps...*big sigh* perhaps...