Chicago: Following Al Capone’s Ghost to the Green Mill
I have always been fascinated by film noir and the gangsters of the past. When we got to Chicago, we wanted to visit something near and dear to Chicago’s most infamous gangster, Al Capone. It was rather convenient the Green Mill not only fit the bill but it’s known for jazz.
It was pretty packed for a Sunday evening so we waited outside for a bit. They were at capacity and would let us in if someone left. Standing around in the cold night only made us more anxious to get inside the club. Fortunately the wait wasn’t too long.
That didn’t mean there were seats though at the bar or at the tables. Eventually my group split up and a couple of us sat at the bar while the others eyed the tables hopefully.
You can figure out who snagged some bar seats. That’d be me. I got a great view of the band and their special guest that evening.
When standing, I enjoyed Jameson on the rocks but being able to sit led to a bold decision of a Negroni. It was very much acceptable. We eyed the trap door behind the bar a few times. The bartenders would go below for supplies but we imagined the heyday when gangsters would make an escape through the hatch.