Friday, September 30, 2011

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Chicago Cut Steakhouse - Miss Chicago Steakhouse for September

Number 10 on the countdown...
I cannot believe this.  Faithful readers, we have hit the home stretch.  There are only 3 more steakhouses left to visit after our trip last Saturday night to Chicago Cut Steakhouse, a new place located right on the Chicago River at the LaSalle Street bridge, in the River North area.  Damn, that place is jammed with steakhouses.  

As I do every month, and because I'm a pageview whore, let's see where we've been thus far on our food odyssey.  We started with Joe's, then Keefer'sGibsons, Morton's, Primehouse, Rosebud, N9NE, Fogo de Chao, and Benny's.  If you haven't read those reviews...look at that, I linked right to them.

Oh.  Don't forget to click on the links.  I like to think they are funny....

Speaking of links and pageviews, I'm going to try something here.  For those that don't know, my review of Gibsons has a link to a safe-for-work photograph of Adult Film Star Briana Banks.  I also have gotten 5 times the traffic on that particular blogpost than any other...I think the two things are related.  So.  Here's a safe-for-work link to a photograph of Adult Film Star Jill Kelly.  Now we'll see some major traffic.  Maybe.

I think I can get to the steakhouse review now. 

No, I can't.  Watch here in one week.  I'll put it on Facebook when the time comes, but I have to check out some legalities about something I want to do.  It has to do with helping fund next month's review (found out the place is REALLY pricey - TOO pricey)....and a trip out for one reader (couple) in appreciation in November.  That's what I can say until I check out if I can even do it.

The cover of the menu.  Very nice.
As I said, this month we went to Chicago Cut Steakhouse.  When I proposed this venture, Chicago Cut was not on the list.  It was a late substitution for Tramonto's.  The reason for that is here.  Chicago Cut is a newcomer to Chicago, just short of a year old.  It wasted no time establishing its reputation, partly I'm sure because of its location, and partly because of the way we chose to dine Saturday night.  Its outdoor seating is phenomenal.   Saturday, Sept. 10th in Chicago was a glorious day.  About 78 degrees with blue skies, it was the kind of day that makes living with 12" snowfalls tolerable. 

Arriving about 10 minutes early for our 6 o'clock reservation, we passed what looked to be a host station on the way to the front door.  We also noticed a fairly extensive outdoor seating area, overlooking the Chicago River.  Not being sure what the procedure was, we went inside.  We checked in and were about to be seated inside when I asked if we could sit outside.  Turns out that was indeed a host station we had passed, and we could have stopped there.  Our names were on the list outside as well. 

Dave Kaplan.  Celebrities in Chicago are sports related usually.
He qualifies.
In the brief moments we spent inside the restaurant, I glanced as quickly as I could.  There is a massive wine rack next to the host station.  All dining room seating is on the left, and actually looked pretty damned cramped.  Like, too cramped.  It looked nice, but it looked as if one might be elbowing one's neighbor all night.  The bar was slightly to the right.  The bar is gorgeous.  Trimmed in cherry wood (central casting), and filled with bottles of liquor, the place looked inviting.  Like I said, that was the extent of our time spent inside.

Being sent back to the outdoor host station, we were taken to our table, right on the railing looking over the river, a beautiful view.  As we were approaching our table, I poked Amy and said, "There's Dave Kaplan."  Dave is a local radio personality on WGN Radio, and also handles a lot of pre/post game work for the Chicago Cubs, as well as hosting Chicago Tribune Live on television.  Chicago Cut has a reputation of being popular with local celebrities, and Mr. Kaplan certainly qualifies as one.  We were seated a couple of tables away.  Amy checked in on him regularly with her eyes.  Apparently he had tuna, and corn.   That's my girl.

Soon after sitting down, we were given a choice in waters again.  Tap is fine.  Seriously.  A small basket of breads was left on the table, and we were given our menus.  Our server for the evening, a new to the area gentleman named Tom, also brought out the most unique thing we've encountered at one of these places.  An iPad with the wine list as an App.  Yup.  He left an iPad on the table for us.  We weren't going to order wine, but I've got readers.  I've got to check this out for you.  The wines are grouped by region, or type, or price, etc.  You choose.  It's fucking cool.  There are pictures, prices, and if you are inclined, you can order right from the iPad if you like.  Cool.  I was liking everything we were experiencing.

Lamb Chop Lollipops.  Lolita would look good eating
one of these.
As we sat eating the breads (one of which was a Pretzel Roll - our personal favorite), we were asked for our appetizer orders.  As I've said a couple of times on this journey, I've been inclined to try things I normally wouldn't, because....well....I'm not really sure.  I'm just trying new things.  Chicago Cut would prove to be no exception.  As a child, I don't recall ever eating lamb, and with my proclivity for all things beef, I would not order it as an adult either.  Why eat something I might like, when I can have something I KNOW I will like?  But here I am, out at a fancy restaurant....so....what the fuck.  I ordered the Lamb Chop Lollipops, cooked medium.  I figured an appetizer of lamb can't hurt me.  Amy ordered a cup of Split Pea Soup, cooked...well...cooked.  

Reveling in the weather and the view, we were thoroughly enjoying the choice to eat al fresco.  There is probably seating for about 40-50 guests outside.  I felt lucky to be one of them on this night.  A short while later, a couple who had just gotten married that afternoon arrived, along with their family/friends, a party of about a dozen people.  Seemed like a good place for a celebration.

Split pea soup.  Smoky green goodness.  When I was in
high school, those words were applied differently.
After a couple more minutes, Tom arrived to take our entree orders, bringing the appetizers with him.  The dinner order first.  Chicago Cut dry ages their steaks for 35 days on premises.  For those that didn't read last month, dry aged steak tends to not take a char as well as wet-aged steak does.  It also lends a little gamey quality to the meat.  I've figured out how to taste it.  If this project has taught me nothing else, it's taught me that. 

Anyway. 

For our entrees, I ordered...wait for it...the Bone In Ribeye, cooked Medium Rare.  SURPRISE!  I love this cut of meat.  Amy ordered the Bone In Filet, also cooked Medium Rare.  We also ordered a Baked Potato (big enough to share), and a dish of Green Beans Almondine to accompany the meat.  We then dug into our appetizers.

The Lamb Chop Lollipops were small portions of lamb, still attached to the bone, and they looked like lollipops.  Ta-dah!  Cooked to a perfect medium, the lamb was succulent.  What was really good, however, was the minty, oily sauce that accompanied them.  Giving just enough intrigue to the meat to justify using it, the sauce was a subtle garnish to a fantastic piece of meat.  I heartily recommend the lamb.  Hell, if I was to attend Chicago Cut regularly, I might even order it as an entree.  It was that good. 

Amy's soup was super thick, super creamy, and super smoky.  I have a soft spot in my heart for things that are charred/smoky flavored.  Amy's soup tickled that spot.  She really enjoyed the hell out of it, and also recommends it.  Since we always share at least one bite of every item, I can report I liked it also. 

The waitstaff at Chicago Cut, like every one of the places we've attended, was exceptionally attentive.  Water glasses were refilled quickly, when Amy went to the Ladies' Room, her napkin was refolded and placed next to her plate, etc.  One of the perks of fine dining is that not only do you have a waiter, but the bus boy helps out quite a bit also.  Plates don't sit empty.  It should also be noted that Chicago Cut has its own "branded" steak knives.  Their name is on them.   Nice touch


My Ribeye steak.  Hungry?  I am.

So they have these nice steak knives.  What are they used for?  Oh yeah!  Steak.  After a brief intermission post-appetizer, our steaks and sides arrived.  Sides first.  The sides arrived in All Clad fancy little serving dishes.  Very nice.  Amy's half of the potato was loaded with sour cream, chives and bacon.  My half had butter.  Potato was good.  Not fantastic.  A lot of the potato "stuck" to the skin, and was the part you can't eat, without going ahead and diving into the skin.  Guess what I'm saying is that it was a little overdone, because only the very middle section was "tender."  The green beans, however, were spectacular.  Crisp.  Flavored with just enough salt.  They were the best green beans I've ever eaten.  No hyperbole.  And the sentence preceding the hyperbole thought is a sentence I never imagined I'd compose in my lifetime

The steaks.  That's what you're here for, right?  My steak was lightly charred, and appeared to be cooked to the proper temperature.  Served with a small tomato with a little wooden "M Rare" flag sticking out of it, the steak looked good enough to eat.  Oh.  Wait.  Back to the "M Rare" flag.  I don't know why I like those things, but I do.  Remember going out with your grandparents, and getting a steak with a plastic tab sticking out of it?  I do.  Those flags always make me nostalgic.  They're totally superfluous, but they give me a warm fuzzy feeling.  I digress.


Meat cascading from the bone.  She said the sauce was good. 
She didn't use it, though.  My God, this was a good steak.
 Amy's steak was...there is no delicate way to say this....a clod of meat.  Charred to a crisp on the outside, the way it was butchered almost made it look as if the meat was cascading off the bone.  I don't know if that translates in the picture, but it looked GOOD.  I dug into my ribeye, and Amy started in on her filet.  My first comment was "this is dry aged."  There is a definite flavor I've already talked about, and Chicago Cut's steak had it in droves.  My steak was juicy, cooked to a hair past medium rare (close enough), and well charred on the outside.  There was something a bit funky about it that is not Chicago Cut's fault.  Dry aging steak also dry ages the fat.  Ribeye is a fatty piece of meat.  The ring of fat that helps define the "eye" gets a flavor that is a little funky with dry aging, and it also kind of dries out.  A good wet-aged steak will have some of that fat melt in the broiling process.  I think.  I don't know.  All I know is that the fat, which is unavoidable at times, added an odd flavor.  Nothing Chicago Cut can do about that, short of wet-aging their steaks.  Bottom line, my steak was great.  Truly great.  I am quibbling.

Amy's filet.  Amy had not ordered a filet on this adventure yet.  A pricey steak, it was worth every penny.  Tender, charred to perfection on the outside, an almost red hue on the inside, it was a fantastic filet.  I would recommend getting that steak if you go to Chicago Cut.  It was tremendous.  Since Amy had not been feeling well, she ate about half her portion and brought the rest home.  She then proceeded to eat it in front of me the other night at dinner.  Bitch.  By the way, you know how people collect string handled shopping bags?  We could have an extensive collection of these if we had chosen to save them, rather than using them for recycling our other paper.  'Cept our collection would be all steakhouses.  Hee hee.

Chocolate Bag.  It's not just a clever name.
Finishing up our dinner, our server Tom came over to tell us what was for dessert.  I found it a tad askew that we didn't receive a menu for this.  He listed Key Lime Pie, Cheesecake, etc. then he said, "Chocolate Bag."  I didn't hear him right.  I said, "Chocolate Bath?"  I think Amy heard something similar, because she had been saying "no dessert" all night.  When she heard "Chocolate bath/bag" she perked right up.  Little trooper.  Anyway, Tom corrected my deafness and said, "No, chocolate bag.  It's a bag made of dark chocolate, with a white chocolate mousse and various berries inside."  Um.  Duh.  Fetch that.  Quickly

I can report that the Chocolate Bag was exactly as described.  The bag portion didn't really taste like dark chocolate, probably because of the other complementary flavors included in the bag.  It was also a gorgeous presentation.  We enjoyed it tremendously. 

Darkness was starting to envelop the city, and our dinner was coming to a close.  A beautiful night on the river, spent with a beautiful woman, eating a beautiful dinner.  I am the luckiest man alive.

Nuts and Bolts:

We got out of there for $225.  Sense a trend

Place is beautiful inside, mostly.  Tables look cramped.  I recommend eating outside, if you can.

Bathrooms are about what you'd expect.  Beautiful.

Attentive staff.  Love that.

Chicago Cut is a new place, and earning a powerful reputation.  I'd say it's well deserved.  It takes balls of steel to open a steak place in a great steak city, and Chicago Cut certainly asserted itself right into the mix.  Well done.  Another place to return to, once this quest ends. 

NEXT MONTH:  TBD.  (it's supposed to be Chicago Chop House - watch here next week for an announcement on that) 

The picture of the two of us didn't turn out.  Here we are
as individuals.  Me as the professor.

Amy as the smiler.


Monday, September 12, 2011

It ain't about flags waving....

...or God "blessing" the United States or anything else for me.  The lesson of 9/11, and what I have tried to "remember" from it is this (Lifted from Andrew Sullivan's Daily Dish - because it is PRECISELY what I have felt during and since):

Before he was killed in Algeria's civil war in the 1990s, Dom Christian de Chergé, a Trappist monk, wrote a final testament:
My life is not worth more than any other—not less, not more.  Nor am I an innocent child.  I have lived long enough to know that I, too, am an accomplice of the evil that seems to prevail in the world around, even that which might lash out blindly at me.  If the moment comes, I would hope to have the presence of mind, and the time, to ask for God’s pardon and for that of my fellowman, and, at the same time, to pardon in all sincerity he who would attack me.

That will always be my lesson, succinctly put by the good monk above. 

I am not denying the evil nature of the acts, nor have I ever.  I will for all times understand that innocent life was taken or altered, and that is, and always will be, something for which there should be consequence. 

But. 

To not take anything more than "tragedy" from it...is a tragedy.  I think the above statement is precisely the lesson we can take. 

I can't think of a more Christian thing for this non-Christian to believe. 

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Ballpark Review: Wrigley Field

I started this in January.  I could not wrap my mind around how to do it.  I'm still there.  It's August.  (It's now September - stall much?)  I'm just going to do this, and figure out its form as I go.  This could be rough.

Went to my first Opening Day this year.


I figured I'd start this series with the ballpark where I have attended the most games:  Wrigley Field.  I set up the ground rules of this earlier, so I'm not rehashing them.  Let's dive right in.

Construction on what is now Wrigley Field started in 1912, and was completed in 1914.  It cost a whopping $250,000 (inflation adjusted dollars for 2011 - $5.5 Million) when it was complete.  To give you a little perspective...the Milwaukee Brewers have recently replaced the 10 year old scoreboard (and a few other things) at 10 year old (and $400 Millon) Miller Park.  The project cost $11 Million, or TWICE what it cost to build Wrigley Field (adjusted for inflation).  I say this not so much to astound, but more to point out the runaway inflation in the construction industry - an industry near and dear to my heart (and my wallet). 

Or - maybe people worked too cheap in 1914?  Bah.  Anywho.....

Let's talk about The Friendly Confines. 

Many people still refer to Wrigley as one of the crown jewels in baseball.  I see their perspective. 

I also see....a dump.

I love the place and all it represents.  Good times with my family.  The time, while sitting with my cousins and my grandfather in the bleachers, we had a moment of silence for Thurman Munson, who had died the day before.  Seeing Fergie and Mad Dog getting their uniform numbers retired.  Watching the Cubs choke away the wild card against the Reds in the "Steve Stone" game in 2004.  Being there when the Cubs swept the Mets in 1989 to take over the division lead.  Manny TrilloJose CardenalBruce SutterBill BucknerIvan DeJesusRick MondayLarry BiitnerDave KingmanSteve SwisherBarry Foote.  Rick Reuschel.  The immortalsSandbergDawsonGraceWoodPriorSosaAlou.  Maddux.  SutcliffeDurhamCeySargeMoreland.  JODYBowaRamirez ZambranoSoriano.  The Shawon-o-Meter.  I need to stop.  Green grass.  The LOOK of the bleachers.  No flashing scoreboards, no "LOUDER" games on the Jumbotron.  The neighborhood.  The ivy.  Oh.  The ivy.  The place is history.
Did I mention the ivy?
 

But beneath all that, it's a building.  A building is not an idea.  It's not a sentimental thought.  You may have these things related to the building, but ultimately....it's a structure.  Nothing more.  It's a building that has seen much, much better days.  A building that is deteriorating.  Why?  Because that's what buildings do.  That's what people do.  Grandma may still be the best, but she's not capable of running around anymore.  Does she still have charms?  Dozens.  Do you miss the running?  For this fan, who's been a bunch of other places....it would be nice if Grandma could take a lap or two.

The Basics.

Opening Day:  April 12, 1914.  (Known as Weeghman Park - named Wrigley Field in 1926)
Current Seating Capacity:   41,160.
Retired Uniform Numbers:  10 (Ron Santo); 14 (Ernie Banks); 23 (Ryne Sandberg); 26 (Billy Williams); 31 (for both Fergie Jenkins and Greg Maddux - one flag each); 42 (Jackie Robinson - retired throughout Major League Baseball).  Interestingly, Wrigley is the only field that I've been to that does not have "permanent" fixtures to honor their retired numbers.  The numbers are displayed on flags that hang from the foul poles.  Wrigley is also the only place I've been that does not have Jackie Robinson's number on display with the other retired numbers.  His flag is on the rooftop, and hard, if not impossible, to see for a good portion of the fans at the game.  I refuse to comment further.  No I don't.  That is a travesty.  Come on Cubs, fix this.  Do something better for him. 
First Occupants:  The Chicago Whales of The Federal League 
This is relatively new.  Street view through the wall.  Like it.
Last baseball team to win a World Series championship in the stadium:  Not Applicable.  Never.  Not once.  (Think about that, folks.  Wrigley Field is nearly 100 years old, and has NEVER hosted a championship team.  NEVER.  NEVER.  NOT ONCE.  NEVER.)

Things you need to know.

My intention with this series is to talk about things that this baseball stadium fan would want to know about someplace he was visting - before he went.  So.  Those are going to be my thoughts.

Parking:  Forget it.  Wrigley Field is not designed for automobile traffic.  There is parking.  It will cost you at least 20 bucks.  That being said, I usually drive lately, because I oft times have parking passes, and I usually have a small child with me (the train takes time - time that a 6 year old could be sleeping).   However.  When it was just my wife and me, we took the El.  The Red Line (among others) drops you RIGHT AT Wrigley Field.  For us, it was a breeze.  I miss those days.  I'm looking forward to my sons being a little older, so this option is available again.
Bathrooms:  Um.  There are precious few bathrooms at Wrigley.  They are hot, crowded, and smelly.  There are very few urinals.  What the men have is a trough.  A community trough.  There's a reason why the slang for the toilet used to be "the necessary."  That's all the bathrooms in Wrigley provide you.....the necessary.  It will not be a pleasant experience.  Also - people use the sinks when the place is too full.  Yup.  It's gross.  Hold it if you can.
Vendors:   Food choices at Wrigley are minimal.  Hot Dogs.  Pizza.  Nachos.  Burgers (I think...).  Fries.  Ice Cream.  Nachos.  Peanuts.  Cracker Jack.  Beer.  Basic ballpark food.  BASIC.  Most of the vendors are found on the main floor.  There are several stations there, but lines are long.   What Wrigley offers (and also kind of sucks) is a steady (and the word "steady" is correct) stream of vendors walking up and down the aisles throughout the game.  They will be blocking your view on occasion, if you happen to be close to the aisle.  They sell everything from ice cream to foam Cubbie claws, so that part is kind of nice.  I could just do without the constant barrage. 
Food Item to get:  Get a hot dog.  Don't think you're getting anything special, because you aren't.  There is no specialty food item at Wrigley that you have to try.  None that I've found anyway.
Sheffield Avenue rooftops.  Love the neighborhood feel.
Neighborhood:  This is the one thing Wrigley has that no place else I've been does.  A real neighborhood, with real houses, within a block of the stadium.  Yes, there are rooftop clubs on Waveland and Sheffield.  Those places are no longer residences, mostly, but on Kenmore, right outside the park, there are real residences.  Fenway doesn't have it.  Camden Yards doesn't have it.  Only Wrigley.  This part can't be downplayed.  The neighborhood thing is a HUGE plus at Wrigley.  There is something magical about walking through a neighborhood and seeing a baseball stadium appear from nowhere.  Also, one of the last times I was there, my son and I left early, and walked around the park.  It was really, really cool.  Something so alive happening while everything around is so....peaceful.  Loved it. 
Ticket Prices:  Expensive.  Very expensive.  I'll write more on this elsewhere.  So.  Factually, it costs a lot of money to go to a game at Wrigley.  Value?  I'm not getting into that here. 

Unique things about the place I've discovered, or I found fascinating, or likeable.

There are scads of books to tell you about the unique features of each park.  I'm going to tell you about the things I found particularly "special" about each place I've visited.

How can you not love day baseball and a manual scoreboard?
The manual scoreboard.  For all that is wrong at Wrigley, this is right.
The Ivy.  'Nuff said. 
The day games.  I know.  They cost the Cubs wins.  The Cubs played in Wrigley for a good 40 years before lights started appearing all over the Major Leagues.  They didn't win the championship during any of those years.  That being said, with getaway days, etc., the Cubs don't play THAT many more day games than the rest of the league.  Just games on Fridays and Saturdays (and lots of teams play day games on Saturdays).  The rest of the days - they're pretty much in line.  This translates to like 18-24 extra day games per year.  This isn't about the Cubs.  This is about Wrigley.  Day games allow you to go out for an evening afterward, and you can enjoy the fine Chicago weather.  There's something about daylight and baseball.  It just feels right.
The Rooftops.  Although not technically part of Wrigley, the buildings across the street from the park have formed a cottage industry in conjunction with the Cubs to establish clubs with banks of stadium seats, food, etc.  They sell tickets for these things.  I've not been to a rooftop party yet.  I don't know that I will go.  They do look like a lot of fun though.  Maybe once.
It's old.  This is both a plus and a negative.  This place is 97 years old.  There's only one other place like that in MLB.  It is a piece of history.  You can definitely "feel" the age when you get there.
The basket.  In Texas recently, a father fell over the wall while catching a ball thrown to him by Josh Hamilton.  His 6 year old son watched his father die.  I was in Milwaukee when a fan suffered a similar fate.  He also died.  The basket at Wrigley was not designed to make the wall closer, or to catch home runs.  It was designed to prevent tragedies like the one in Texas.  Unruly drunken fans caused ownership worries, and the basket was installed.  To catch the drunks.  P'raps all fields should have one.  I know there's rarely controversy about a home run call at Wrigley.  Just sayin'.
No amusement park/etc.  This will also be a negative.  For baseball, it's just right.  For kids....well....
103 now.  Ugh. 
The bars.  Although I rarely go, there are a crapload of places to go after the game RIGHT outside the gates.  There is an appeal to that.  Since I don't ever drink, it doesn't appeal to me that much.  Wrigleyville is a great place to find a good time.
Eamus Catulii.   This sign shows a couple of things.  "Eamus Catulii" is Latin, and roughly translates to "Let's go Cubs."  AC is short for "Anno Catulii" or "Year of the Cubs."  The numbers represent, from left to right, the number of years since a Division Title, the number of years since a Pennant, and the number of years since a World Series Title.  That last one really sticks in the craw.  I long to see "000000" on that sign.  Hell, I'd take only the last 4 being zeroes.  The Cubs could win the World Series as the Wild Card.  That would be just fine.  The sign is on a building over the Right Field Bleachers.
The Bullpens.  While not completely unique, there are very few stadiums that still have the bullpens in the field of play.  Wrigley is one of them.  The pitchers are right there, easily accessible to the fans.  There was a melee between the Dodgers and some fans a few years back because of it, but it is a cool feature.
The Statues.  There are 4 statues around the vicinity of the park honoring Cubs legends.  The right field gate has Billy Williams and Ron Santo.  The bleachers entrance has Harry Caray.  Home plate has Ernie Banks.  The foul poles are adorned with the words "Hey Hey" for long time broadcaster (and legend) Jack Brickhouse's home run call.

Things about the park that suck.  Suck is too harsh.  Things about the park I didn't like.

See those columns and that overhang?  Yup, you'll see a lot of them if
you are sitting behind them...
Sight lines.  If you have seats behind the column line in the lower bowl, after about the 10th row, you have serious sightline issues.  When the Cubs erected private suites, they hung them off the bottom of the upper deck.  Clever, but they took a huge viewing angle away.  If you are under these, you will not be able to see the arc of a fly ball, and the scoreboard will be cut off, if visible at all.  Also, the columns block one player on the field.  If it's the pitcher...well....it sucks to be you.
It's old.   This part of old sucks.  Code for stairs currently is an 8" rise.  Wrigley does not comply to this code.  The stairs are uneven, tall, and thin.  I've seen plenty of people take a tumble on them.  Including my son.  The place is falling apart.  The columns always look like they need fresh paint.  There are nets to catch falling chunks of concrete.  For reals.  That's what they are there to do.  Yikes.
The vendors in the seats.  They never, ever stop.  It's distracting.
No parking.  There is no parking.  I mean it.  You can't park. 
No amusement park/etc.  I have kids.  They get bored at baseball games.  Having an amusement area to take them to prior to game time might get them a little more focused during the game.  I don't know.  Barrett, my oldest, was a whole lot easier to manage after taking him to "Fundamentals" at US Cellular Field, or the park, etc. at Miller Park.  Just sayin'.
The sidewalks outside.  They are too narrow.  Navigating them can be tricky, and time consuming.  It would be nice if Clark and Addison were closed during the games, but having Waveland and Sheffield (outside the bleachers) closed does help.
The Bleachers.  This may be the equivalent of sacrilege, but the bleachers at Wrigley suck.  You have no access to the rest of the park.  The population of the bleachers tends to be overserved youngish people with very few manners.  I would not take a child there.  Period.  I sat there as a kid, but it's changed.  There is a charm to the unassigned seats, the showing up early for the bombs that get launched in batting practice, but the bleachers just suck.  Maybe I'm too old. 

Things to do in town while you are visiting.  Let's face it.  You may be going somewhere you've never been.  Might as well see some sights while you are there. 

Go to a Steakhouse.  I can recommend several.  Go read my steakhouse reviews in this blog.  My choice would probably be Gibsons, but Gene and Georgetti is the Chicago standard.  I just haven't been there....yet.  That's December's project.  I also HIGHLY recommend Joe's, Benny's Chop House and Primehouse.  Primehouse will cost you, but it's a night of fooding like you won't believe.  These places are upscale eateries, so dress accordingly.
Go to the Willis Tower.  There is now a "ledge view" at the top.  Go do that.
Go to the Lake.   I would say avoid Navy Pier, but it can't be helped.  You're going to go there. 
Check out the following if you have time:  The old Water Tower.  The Picasso in Daley PlazaThe Art InstituteChicago Historical SocietyShedd AquariumMillennium Park Lincoln Park Zoo is FREE and right on the lake.  It's a fun time. 
Get Deep Dish Pizza:  Go to Lou Malnati's.  It's the best.  Get extra cheese.  You won't be sad. 
Try an Italian Beef:  Mr. Beef.  Al's if you must.  Hot peppers if you're inclined. 
SuperdawgI'm not into all the toppings.  If you want a Chicago Style Hot Dog, this is the place.  Want a specialty dog?  Hot Doug's.  The line is forever though. 

As these reviews progress, I'm going to talk about what I did in the town I visited.  In Chicago, I can tell you what to do, because I've done almost all of it.  In Philly, I can tell you what I did, and nothing more.  I'd love feedback on other things I missed, in case I go back.

My boys and I playing catch in the Wrigley Field outfield.  Sponsor's Night, 2010

So that's it.

Overall I give Wrigley a 7 out of 10 for a night game, an 8 out of 10 during the day.  Yes, there is a 14.29% better time to be had during a day game, if only because there's more time to do stuff in town afterwards.  There is a lot of charm in an old ballpark, and Wrigley has a lot of it.  There is also a lot of OLD in an old ballpark, and Wrigley has a lot of that.   The sightlines for half the lower deck seats bug the shit out of me.  The vendors marching up and down the aisles bugs me.  The bathrooms are a mess.  But, ultimately, the place has charm.  Lots and lots of charm.