Last year I published a listing of my favorite 100 bars (open or closed) in the world. This year I planned to write an amended list, profiling a few from last year that did not get an extended write-up and bringing some new joints into the mix. But it’s been a weird few months, with most of the world’s great bars closed, and I have decided to go in a different direction.
In lieu of just being on vacation (which I will be), this space will be dedicated to profiling some new spots that didn’t make last year’s list. Spots that will be in desperate need of your patronage should the world find any kind of normal again.
We start in Chicago.
Pippin’s Tavern – Chicago, Illinois
This is the first place I had a drink in Chicago.
This is the first place I had Malört in Chicago.
This is the place I bring people to give them Malört for the first time, and often watch the liquid dribble from their lips shortly after consumption.
One time I was leaving the Billy Goat and told Rick Pearson I was heading to Pippin’s on the way back to my hotel. He responded, “Why would anyone go to that shit hole?”
Exactly.
