Seven years after opening, this place is still packing them in. Friday night and the joint is jumping. Was lucky to scam two seats at the bar and avoid a line you can see from Michigan Avenue. I can see what all the hubbub is about; this place is my jam. Hits all the right notes if you’re a self-serving foodie. Hip atmosphere, lots of energy, great drinks, and a well executed adventurous menu.
The Roasted Bone Marrow was on par with the best I’ve had. Parsley and bone marrow go together like Shields & Yarnell. A little different than Blue Ribbon with some crusty bread in place of brioche and a finer sea salt. On point.
Hip atmosphere, lots of energy, great drinks, and a well executed adventurous menu.
We had to have the Pig Ears with Crispy Kale, pickled cherry peppers and a photogenic sunny side egg. That dish was perfection on a plate. Ideal bar food – unctuous and textured and delicious.
Because eggs do not grow on trees, we also had the “JLT,” a BLT for your fancy-pants friends. Pork Jowl, tomato, frisee, pesto aioli and duck confit. Note to self, create a shirt that says “Put an egg on it.”
Our attentive waiter kept the drinks flowing and convinced us the Pork Tongue was worth trying. It was, like everything else at The Purple Pig. Now if they would only open in Brooklyn.