The other night, rather late, I found out that there was a Tilted Kilt opening up in Chicago. For those of you who don't know what a Tilted Kilt is, think Hooters, but Celtic themed with girls in skimpy skirts, tartan bras, and knee socks with flashes. It is horribly tacky, but I don't mean that in a pejorative manner. Hooters is tacky too, and proud of it.

Anyway, as soon as I found out this place was opening up, I dashed to the kilt night section and tried to muster up as many kilties as I could. With less than 24 hours notice, only a few said they would try to make it, and nobody actually showed up. I'm not surprised as it was very last minute. I, however, went along with my girlfriend.

This was not the grand opening, but a soft opening. For those of you who don't know what a soft opening is, here's a picture:


Soft openings are just to open and try to work all the kinks out before you let everyone know your open and try to get them to come. When we got there, they let us know they just got their liquor license that day, so the didn't have any booze or beer, but we could still eat if we wanted. This put me in a rather foul mood. I don't really care to stare at women, especially with my girlfriend, and the food at these types of places usually isn't great (usually one does not go to Hooters for the gourmet cuisine). I find it much easier to tolerate these places with a beer in hand. After hearing there was no beer I wanted to leave, but I had invited people out and it would have been rude of me to go if they had shown up. So we stayed and ate. I didn't expect much, but boy was I surprised. The food was great. My girl got a shepheard's pie that tasted wonderful and came in a huge pot. She actually asked for menus since she works down the street and could pop in for a shephear's pie lunch:

I got a bangers and mash with a mustard vinegar sauce that was amazing. Here we are in our post eating bliss:

And my girl insisted on a picture with all the waitresses:

Sorry about the blur, we can't quite figure out how to change the digital shutter speed on my girlfriend's camera. Oh well. I thought I was only going there once, for a laugh, but after the food, I may have to go back...when the bar is fully stocked.