So not the Pizza Man of yore (the original was destroyed by fire), and yet, so like it. The owners have capitalized on the best parts of the old joint ?? the thin-crust pizza, staples like wild boar ravioli, and extensive selection of by-the-glass wines. They??ve gone better by adding the second-floor dining under a retractable roof. They??ve also proven that cream cheese is genius on a pizza.
Belgian beers are No. 1-voted Café Hollander’s claim to fame, but the restaurant’s brew menu is 15 pages long, and is organized by beer style.
Other Locations: Café Hollander – Tosa Village
Open for Breakfast, Open For Lunch, Outdoor Dining, Sunday Brunch,
The tacos served here are in the style of L.A. taco trucks; the margaritas are made with free-squeezed lime juice. You build your margarita by choosing the tequila – there’s no shortage of options.
Other Locations: BelAir Water Street, BelAir Cantina Tosa
Hot pot is the Chinese equivalent of fondue – a communal pot of broth set on a portable burner at the table, set to cook everything from meat to mushrooms.
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Bartolotta-owned and set in historic Lake Park Pavilion, LPB has the decorative elements of a fancy French farmhouse (copper, tasseled lamp shades). It??s as comfortable to eat at the bar as it is at a table in the warmly lit dining room facing Lake Michigan. Wherever you??re seated, try the steak tartare; salad topped with a fried, soft-boiled egg;? Dover sole; and mousse au chocolat.
Lunch served Fri-Sun
Late Night Dining, Outdoor Dining,
Quickly making a splash at the East Side food hall Crossroads Collective, Heaven’s Table creates heavenly plates of slow-smoked Texas brisket, hickory-smoked St. Louis-style ribs, pork shoulder, sausage and smoked chicken. Get the brisket!
Changes are afoot, including a menu of sandwiches, sausages and German specialties. Order a sausage platter or open-face bologna/meatloaf sandwich with your German beer.
I came of age when Farwell and North was a nightlife bellwether and “classy” meant going to Von Trier, the dark Germanic bar that was our refuge on finger-numbing winter nights. My UW-Milwaukee friends liked to sit at a certain table near the bar. To me, it seemed like we could never park close enough (that brutal wind!), but there was a popcorn machine and fancy hot drinks with rum or Frangelico in them. Read more…
Open For Lunch,