Nope, that’s not the temperature. Although that happens A LOT in Chicago, which is why I live in LA.
6 Degrees just happens to be a fantastic Bucktown bar awesome pal John introduced me to — and they may very well be the only drinking/dining establishment in Chicago to serve an authentic HORSESHOE. It looks like this:
Two open-faced burgers on bread, completely obscured by a mountain of fries, slathered in cheese sauce. Too much food? WUSS. Order a Pony Shoe, which is the same thing with one burger. The cheese sauce is different everywhere, but it’s almost always good (when is cheese sauce bad?) and never good for you. Here is a picture of 6 Degrees so you can find it:
John is from Springfield, IL, which (for you geography buffs) is the state capital. Springfield is where Illinois governors go before they go to prison, and where normal people go to eat Horseshoes. Fresh from the field. YUM!
There’s some dispute over who created the toe-tappin’ treat, but most agree that it was at Springfield’s Leland Hotel in 1928. Here’s what it might have looked like, if you’d been there.
That’s about 220 miles, 3.5 hours away from Bucktown, but Springfielders feel right at home in this friendly neighborhood joint. They weren’t 100% impressed by my fancy footwear, perfectly appropriate by LA standards but not quite at home in a sea of booted Bears fans:
But I don’t mind; I’ll take the stares. I only own two pairs of closed-toe shoes, anyway. And I’ve always thought of Bucktown as an artsy, edgy, anything-goes neighborhood. My sister, a former denizen of squeaky-clean Lincoln Park, used to say it was trashy. Literally. Trash everywhere. What a realtor would call, ‘distinct urban charm.’
It was so charmant that for a nanosecond, I thought — I could live here. Then I thought about 6 degrees the temperature, not the bar, and violently shook the notion off, like a wet dog. I also thought about this guy:
Kevin Bacon at 6 degrees would be like an actual Hippo showing up to a game of Hungry Hungry Hippos. In other words, UNBELIEVABLE. Kevin, if you’re reading this, your first Horseshoe is on me, buddy. We’ll start with James Gandolfini. GO.