Last stop. In all honesty, it gets a little fuzzy at this point. We lost the bulk of our party, and just me, Lindsay, Jen, Michael, Kate and Dave continued across the street from Northside to Silver Cloud. I’ve been to Silver Cloud before but my only feeling on it is that you eat Sloppy Joes there. Anyway, we stood around the bar, chatting and drinking until the wee hours of the night (well, probably only 11pm - but you try drinking bloody marys for nearly 12 hours). It was pretty much just Jen talking to Dave about politics and corporate America, Kate and I reminiscing about the two-week learning camp we met at 14 years ago, and Lindsay and Michael doing impersonations of famous Canadians (just kidding - I have no idea what we talked about - other than the Jen/Dave thing - seriously: total blur).

Jen and I were the only two to rally and order bloody marys ($7), affording us the opportunity of consuming one of the better bloodies of the day. Jen, seemingly less intoxicated than yours-truly, remarked that she “had to ask for a chaser, but [it was] otherwise [her] favorite bloody mary of the day.” Then she wrote “salty,” followed by something I can’t read. She appreciated the celery-salted rim, the chaser and that the drink was spicy (although we requested them to be that way). She gave it four stars.

I also gave it four stars, but you should really read my gracefully, poetically written notes for yourself:

I am a master researcher. Also, ever since reading Bridget Jones’s Diary, I use the letter “v” as shorthand for “very.” Do other people do that?

Those are the only pathetic pictures that I have of the Silver Cloud bloody. I searched online and found only a couple others but they had a ton of garnishes in them. Either that’s a brunch thing or we got screwed. More selective bartending pointed our way…?

Even ignoring my drunk four-star review of the place, Jen has had their bloody before and is a reliable judge.

All-in-all, most of the bloody marys we had on our crawl weren’t that great. I’ve definitely had better in the city and look forward to blogging about them in the future. Thanks to all the friends who joined us for some bloodies or beers and all the poor unfortunate souls who had to serve us. 

Oh, and if you work at Silver Cloud: have you seen a black, sparkly scarf with Tomato Clamato buttons on it?  That’s mine, thanks.

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Silver Cloud Supper Club

1700 N Damen Ave
Chicago, IL 60647 (map)
Neighborhood: Wicker Park

(773) 489-6212
www.silvercloudchicago.com