I was taking a picture of the pretty glow of the holiday lights through the condensation on the window of
The Matchbox and found this message someone left behind.
If you haven't been to The Matchbox, its billed as "Chicago's Most Intimate Bar". This refers mainly to its size (460 square feet) but also to the fact that you can't help but get to know your neighbor, or at the very least eavesdrop on them and spill eachother's drinks. Yes,
Anthony Bourdain has been there.
Yes, it looks like a dive and, well, it is one. But its a dive that serves impeccably made cocktails and is linked to
The Silver Palm, next door. An amazing vintage train car turned restaurant that serves really delicious modern American classics.
At this point I can't even remember what we had other than the table was covered in beef, ribs, onion rings and cheese in various combinations. I'd eat there again, or bring out-of-towners, but mainly for its novelty appeal. If it weren't for the frighteningly loud woman at the table behind us talking about the dialation of her cervix during birth (and the fact that she looked like an R. Crumb illustration) I would have really enjoyed my meal.
Hey, how did my new years greeting turn into a restaurant review? What was the secret message? And who was it for? If you think it was for you, you are either a stalker or else you also think the TV is projecting your thoughts. You're not paranoid if people really are out to get you.
On that note: Happy New Year.
