Fat Cat (Bar, Uptown)

Location: 4840 N Broadway St, Uptown
Phone: 773.506.3100
Website: fatcatbar.com

I have to admit that I was worried. I was really concerned. As I peered through the windows of Fat Cat, I detected a vintage décor, a nod to bygone days, and my eyes wandered down the block to the Green Mill. This can’t be good, I thought. No copycats, please.

I gave it a chance and slid into one of the comfy booths with a load of friends. Within thirty minutes the waiter and I had compared tattoos, I had a good deal of beginner’s luck at the pool table, and I was actually enjoying a football game on the TV. It’s a magical place.

Another magical fact? People actually come here for the food. Ordering from the kitchen is not an incidental thing, fueled by a night of drinking without any grub. Yummy choices like Fried Mac ‘n Cheese and a trio of gourmet corn dogs grace the appetizer menu. The fries served with the entrees take vinegar, if you’re into that, and the Braised Pork Belly Sandwich made a grown man in our party giggle with delight.

The drinks range from great cocktails to spot-on draft choices like Goose Island and Mad Hatter. They sport a long list of bottled beers, serving up everything from Schlitz to Fat Tire, from Anchor Steam to Three Philosophers. They even serve O’Doul’s Amber, my mother would be glad to know, with the hilarious description on their menu being, “What’s the point?”

So come on out and enjoy Fat Cat. Play some pool and eat some sophisticated corn dogs. Review their list of events, as each night of the week brings something new; trivia nights, Funk and Soul night, and a Fish Fry. Their retro ambiance is not a much maligned recreation, but a contemporary homage to an old yet much loved aesthetic. You won’t have to confess to the Green Mill that you’ve been cheating.


Mary-Margaret McSweene

About Mary-Margaret McSweene

Mary-Margaret McSweene makes her home in the Edgewater neighborhood of Chicago with the love of her life, a pit bull/black lab mix, named Jake. Buying old things that no longer function but offer extreme aesthetic pleasure is her vice; typewriters and rotary phones are favorites. Mary-Margaret also believes that anything in life can be articulated by a Tom Petty song.

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