I don’t even know if I can accurately review Tilted Kilt, the recently opened Loop sports bar at 17 N. Wabash. I mean, for someone like me, I know how to search for all the T&A I need online. And the best part is it’s free. I don’t feel obligated to buy an appetizer or beer so I don’t feel quite so skeevy going in to gawk at the breasts and butts on display. Let’s be honest, that’s pretty much the only reason this bar exists. It’s like the dream bar for someone who wanted a slightly higher class Hooters; while also harboring a dark fetish for short kilts. And it is a fetish, because that’s the closest thing to Celtic or Irish that exists in this place.
Don’t get me wrong, you can never go wrong with the baring of flesh, but in today’s world when burlesque shows and strip clubs are so mainstream, do we have to masquerade our need to see boobs under the thin disguise of being a sports bar? At least when you go to a strip club everyone knows the score. You’re there to see nudity; and the women (or men) are there to take your money. At Tilted Kilt you can’t help but feel just the slightest bit dirty trying to covertly sneak a peak at some cleavage, or gawk at the legs on display underneath the kilt. It upsets the balance between restaurant and strip club. You want to stare but you feel like you’re breaking the unwritten laws of not leering at your restaurant server.
The food is tertiary to the drinks which follows a distant second to the T&A. The service is what it is. In our case, it was mediocre at best. The waitress was eager to serve, stopping by several times while we looked over the menu. But once the food arrived she disappeared, which was a problem since the order was wrong. Katie’s pulled-pork sandwich, ordered without coleslaw, looked like the kitchen realized after they put it on the sandwich it shouldn’t be there. Pieces of coleslaw seemed hidden inside the pork. It took 10 minutes to flag down the waitress, and another 30 minutes to finally get a replacement burger which we asked for to go at that point.
Vegetarians, unless you’re looking for a “celtic” restaurant that serves pizza, give it a pass. The pizza was good, but nothing memorable. I probably would have enjoyed it more if I wasn’t so pissed that I had to eat my meal in front of Katie while she waited for the sandwich. Once she finally did get her pulled pork she was pretty disappointed, giving it the “it’s a sandwich alright” review.
Sure it’s fun to be titillated, and the short plaid skirts fill out the school-girl fantasy most men are ashamed to admit they have; but when the talk in front of a restaurant/bar is “DUDE, I *TOTALLY* saw some nip!”, eventually the lure of boobs will wear off, and what will the place be left with?
17 N Wabash Ave
Chicago, IL 60602