Don the Beachcomber
Love this image from Don the Beachcomber, an old tiki bar in Chicago. I can practically taste the navy grog, which is really saying something since I've never even had one. And after checking out this 1941 menu, I have a sudden urge for an order of shrimp chow dun and a planter's rum punch. And note how many of the cocktails say "Limit of 2" - I'm guessing those packed quite a wallop.
Wow. I wonder when it closed. I'm sure it closed before my time. But, I do remember going to a place in that vicinity to get a Planter's punch or two. But, I'm pretty sure that wasn't the place as I would have remembered that name. I once asked my friend why they called it Planter's punch and he said because after just one, you're planted where you are. That's probably not true, but it was a good line.
There was another place in that neighborhood you might have liked. It was called Sherlock's Home. Low lighting, dark wood mahogany paneling, high wing-back leather chairs, very quiet atmosphere. It was a great place.
Posted by: Marie at Sep 23, 2012 5:56:48 PM
You probably had to wear a suit with a thin tie and smoke to go in there.
Posted by: Paul Lamb at Sep 23, 2012 6:23:54 PM
Marie, you might be thinking of Trader Vic's. Similar vibe, but more recent vintage.
Posted by: Pete at Sep 24, 2012 8:45:01 AM