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June 2008, Issue 49 | |
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Sheffield's
Beer and Wine Garden |
Raven's |
Silver
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| How do we love thee, let’s count the ways. We at Sheffield’s know that the state of the economy is taking its toll and we’re here to help. After all, if you can’t count on your favorite neighborhood bar to soften life’s sharp corners, who can you count on? First of all, let’s look at that most challenging of days, Monday. Monday will always be Monday, with the huge gulf that exists between it and Friday, but still, you gotta eat. So just in case you had too much weekend and not enough cash, we’re offering half price appetizers and an $11.95 rack of our slow smoked baby back ribs every Monday (and Sunday) from open to close. We’re not out to save the world, just our little corner. Now while Karen Carpenter might not have been fond of rainy days and Monday’s, in our opinion Tuesday’s the red headed step child of the week. It sits there alone, not as dramatic as the slap in the face of a Monday morning, not having the anticipatory momentum of Thursday, not blessed with Friday’s giddy release. So what does Tuesday have to offer? We’re glad you asked. Rock, Paper Scissors might seem like a trivial pursuit to many of you, but to us, it’s a serious sport. Well, actually we just get together with our friends from Sierra Nevada and sponsor a Rock, Paper and Scissors contest on the first Tuesday of each month with all the fist pounding and bravado that that implies. See if you’ve got what it takes to go up against the best of them, or at least the best that show up at Sheffield’s. Hump day, Wednesday’s we’re running our Nailed in the City, Ladies night special (forgive the pun). Classic Sex in the City episodes, $8 manicures and $5 cosmopolitans all hosted by our very own Allisa Bailey. Come get fabulous with Carrie and the girls for much less than a New York night out on the town. Sunday , of course, is a mixed bag. Yes, it’s the weekend, but everyone knows that the party’s almost over and the Monday morning’s lurking around the corner like a train coming down the tracks. Whether you’d like to anesthetize yourself against the inevitability or block out the embarrassments of Friday and Saturday night’s antics we’re offering every 12 ounce bottle on our extensive beer menu for only four bucks. Yes, you read that right, and if you’re thinking that there may be some exotic treats hidden in there that will take us to the cleaners – you’re right. So get over here and do a little digging. Speaking of beer, our very own Beer Dudes Bar is open. Brian and Phil are back in the café and they’ve assembled a list of beers and gastro pub fare that’s sure to please the most discerning of palates. The boys have been knocking themselves out to get ready and they’ve done a pretty darn good job. If you love good beer you owe it to yourself to check it out. It’s summer and Sheffield’s beer garden really is all that you remembered it to be. We’ve got pitchers of Sangarita’s and Lakeview Lemonade for $20 and if you’re not sure what those are, you need to stop by and do a little research. Not to mention other great specials that we feature every day of the week. It’s finally
summer, Chicago. At Sheffield’s the BBQ is hot, the beer is cold
and the Cubbie’s are in first place. Thank God every month in Chicago
isn’t like June; then the whole world would want to live here. |
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Join us at Ravens for Cocktails and Conversation everyday till 4am (5am on Saturdays)! • $3 draft special - all day/everyday. Hope to see you soon!
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The American poet, James Russell Lowell, once wrote: And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays. Especially if the Cubbies hold the best record in baseball. Okay, maybe I invented that last line. After all, Lowell’s eloquence is a quote that I’m able to attribute based more on my reliance on the Oxford Dictionary of Quotations than a classical education; otherwise, I wouldn’t know the difference. No matter how I may have butchered it, Mr. Lowell pretty much nailed the spirit of these first warming days. In June the season of cold is behind us and the dog days lie ahead. It’s the last gasp of spring and the first laugh of summer and, after this past winter, it’s about time. June is the month that reminds us just why it is we put up with Chicago winters in the first place, and it’s the kick off to that oh-to-short sprint that makes up the arc between Memorial and Labor Days. Thankfully, there’s lots of stuff in between. At the Silver Cloud, we salute Dads everywhere on Father’s Day, June 15th. We don’t think it’s a coincidence that the final round of the U.S. Open falls on Father’s Day; what better excuse could the old man ask on an afternoon when he’s inclined to put his feet up and watch the play? Before the pros tee off, give your Dad a solid foundation with a Silver Cloud Brunch; besides our usual gastronomic delights, Dad will score a Silver Cloud tee and ball marker. He can also sign up to enter a raffle for a Kettle One Prize Package and Cub’s tickets. That’s an ace any way you look at it. In the good book, the chapter of Revelation, verses 3:15 and 16 say: Because you are neither hot nor cold, I will spit you out of my mouth, anticipating by a couple of thousand years the intensity of Chicago’s North and South side rivalry. While there may be a good deal of spitting going on, no one could accuse Chicago sports fans of lacking passion, perhaps it’s our saving grace. The one annual contest that everyone has an opinion about is the Crosstown Classic, wherein our magnificent Cubs take on the hapless White Sox. Not that I’m taking sides. June 20-22 and 27-29 are the weekends when the teams split their time between the venerable Wrigley Field and the soulless Cell. Both weekends we'll be offering buckets of five Miller High Life, Bud and/or Bud light for $16; a home run of a deal. Of course, if you’re not a Cub’s fan, well then, all I can say is Fukudome. After Father’s Day, the one June holiday everyone looks forward to is, of course, National Bomb Pop day on the 26th. We’ll be offering an adult variety of that confectionary concoction: a Bomb Pop martini for just five bucks. Imagine a table on our sidewalk with a cool Bomb Pop cocktail; that sounds like summer. Yes living
in the city takes its toll. Long winters, ridiculous traffic and gas at
four fifty a gallon. It’s enough to make anyone scream for a break.
Lucky for you, there’s the Silver Cloud. |
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