Showing posts with label gibsons. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gibsons. Show all posts

Thursday, June 21, 2012

State and Rush – More than a State of Mind


Chicago Steaks - The Best
As an urbanist and someone who loves great street scenes and activity my vote for the best in America is the triangle formed by Rush and State Street and East Bellevue Place in Chicago. This historic Chicago district has been famous for almost a hundred years. Everything revolves Mariano Park. During the week it’s a great place to lounge, read, and watch people. At night it is the center of some of the greatest foot traffic in Chicago and now you know why it’s been recently tagged the Viagra triangle. It’s what you get when you mix older rich men and younger women – don’t blame me I didn’t name it. But thinking back, its true - as the clip to the back of my head from my wife proved.
Mariano Park
                                             
Rush Street is named after Benjamin Rush a signer of the Declaration of Independence. Mariano Park was named after Louis Mariano in 1970.
From the Chicago Park District information page:
In 1970, the park district renamed (the park) yet again, this time in honor of another local resident, Louis Mariano (1906-1970). Mariano was a reporter and editor for the Chicago Daily News, and also served as associate editor of the World Book Science Year Book. He organized the annual science fair at nearby Ogden School, the library of which also bears his name. For years Mariano spent his evenings at a restaurant across from the park, holding court and seeking out stories for his North Loop News column. In addition to trees and benches, Mariano Park contains a small fountain and a Prairie-style pavilion designed by Birch Burdette Long in 1900.

Mr. Kellys - Circa 1960s
Rush Street is famous for its night clubs and restaurants as well as jazz and music. As a kid I think I had my first illegal drink in a club called Mr. Kelly’s (1957-1975). Sara Vaughan and Her Trio used the spot for one of her album’s cover art. It’s now Gibsons Bar and Steakhouse and is the place to meet in Chicago. They pour a decent drink for the price $$$ and the food is just damn good. Everyone wants to eat on the street, most of the seven or eight restaurants that front Rush offer tables on the sidewalk – lots of tables. Well dress people and expensive cars are thick and everywhere, every night we were there a convertible Bentley parked next to the park with its flashers on. One of the local beat cops (who by the way are just too cool) told me that it’s a loaner for the guy; his other car, a Bugatti Veyron 16.4, is on loan for a photo shoot. So Chicago Northside.

Carmines is a part of the Rosebud Italian group of restaurants and Tavern on Rush has the classiest sports bar on the street. An Irish pub – Dublin Bar and Grill, the chain restaurant Morton’s Steakhouse, Hugo’s Frog Bar and Fish House, Whiskey Bar and Grill, Luxor Bar, and my favorite breakfast joint, The Original Pancake House, almost round out the fare. But within blocks there more, lots more.

What makes a great street? Often it is not the paving or the street furniture, but it’s the shops, stores, and restaurants. It’s the attraction of the venues and the people (Viagra not withstanding). For my part I get tired of an overdesigned streetscape full of fancy and expensive benches and trash bins. Streetlights that go for thousands of dollars and high tech traffic signals don’t necessarily add to the mix. They just make it more expensive. It is the people and the neighborhoods and the bars and the food. And yes a Bugatti Veyron parked at the curb does brighten the scene.

At $1M+ it ought to look good!
Stay Tuned . . . .

Friday, December 9, 2011

Returning to the Scene of the Crime


Later next week we are heading to Chicago. We have spent a long weekend just before Christmas every year, for the past six or seven, in Chicago. The excuse is to go Christmas shopping, while it’s actually to taste winter, wine, and food in one of the best cities in the world. Most of our California friends believe we are mad.

There is a tangible taste and feel to Chicago, it’s like one of the Manhattan neighborhoods, but just one or two, not the whole island. It has the greatest waterfront of any American city and rivals Miami for beachfront. Its lineal parks and harbors along Lake Michigan can be compared to Vancouver BC. Its buildings are, well, just cool. Just stand at the stainless bean in Millennium Park and watch the reflections and you will know what I mean.

The City from the Bean
Michigan Avenue, State Street, the Chicago River, the John Hancock Building, the Sears Willis Tower are all woven into the fabric of this town. Da Bears, Hog butcher for the World, City of the Big Shoulders, the Second City, White City, Chi-town, the Queen of the West (stole that one from San Francisco maybe), and of course the Windy City. A new one thanks to the Simpsons “The Miami of Canada.” You might even see a man dance with his wife.

It has led the world in architecture and indicted politicians. Its museums rank with the greatest in the world, the Art Institute, Science and Industry, Field Museum, Contemporary Art, Adler Planetarium, Shedd Aquarium, and even the Polish Museum of America (this city had, at one time, the second largest Polish population behind Warsaw). How many of its aldermen and politicians have been indicted is open to debate, but at the state level five past governors have spent time in prison (or soon will). And then there is the president who makes Chicago his hometown.

Our biggest problem is where to eat. Too many places, not enough time. Even Guy Fieri’s Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives, lists numerous Chicago stops – dogs, burgers, go HERE, for some idea of what the locals really think. But there are great places, but Joe’s Seafood, Gibsons, Tavern On Rush, the Original Pancake House, Carmine’s (you could easily spend a week at this corner of Rush and Bellevue and never leave a restaurant or bar – I’ve done it). 

Ditka's Steak House - Just great!
For me, my affair with the Near North Side began back with the Old Town days on Wells Street, the Chicago era of the flower children. These four to five blocks back in the 1960s were lined with head shops, record stores and all sorts of other gigs. Good jazz to the south, good grass to the north. The best pizza ever was in Piper Alley and the best cigar store, Up Down Cigar, is still there today (the current owner grew up in the shop, her parents ran it, they made water pipes in the late 60s to meet the demand). Much of the street is unrecognizable today; there is a very large Jewish senior housing project smack in the middle of where we baby boomers grew up prior to the invention of the Walkman.

I will report more when we return from our fact finding trip. Remember dear readers, I am doing this research for you!

Stay tuned . . . .