The tavern is a popular newpaper writer hangout. Walls are plastered with blown-up bylines and numerous articles. Descend the murky stairs and “Butt on in” as the sign says. The original wood-paneled ’60s decor remains, and walls are covered with photographs, reprinted columns and a "Wall of Fame" of Chicago journalists (Mike Royko has his own wall), some of whom still can be found warming bar stools here. Royko’s replacement at the Trib–John Kass–is a regular. So, if you are a fan of the journalists of the Chicago papers, you could perhaps meet some of them at Billy Goat Tavern.
Burgers, dogs, steaks — if you don’t order the the double cheez you can expect to be berated. The two thin, greasy patties come straight off the grill, onto a bun and into your hands. Don’t expect fries, there aren’t any –and load on the onions, pickles and ketchup for yourself.
The Billy Goat symbolizes everything that Chicago claims to be, and in fact once was. A curt civility, a straight-forward and bold attitude, a relentlessly stubborn self-justification. Chicago’s ostensible nature lives on in very few remaining manifestations, but the Billy Goat is a patently clear one. If you want to experience Chicago in it’s true form, then go to the Billy Goat Tavern and "people watch." You’ll be pleased to "get the real feel" of Chicago.
Location: 430 N. Michigan is actually on Lower Michigan
Phone: 312-222-1525
No credit cards accepted…bring cash or wash dishes (actually–bring cash!)