The first thing I noticed when I entered Chicago Burgers was the aroma of fried chicken. It made my eyes water. The second thing was the pervasive green and green decor. We were greeted and seated in the Umbrella Room, a useless room decorated with numerous umbrellas and odd tickets. Our waiter, whose name was Conrad, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is extensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were cabbage, fried chicken, fondue, and borscht. I decided to order French fries Curry and my companion, Godiva, ordered Pot roast Wellington. Conrad seemed young as he brought in our orders about thirty-eight minutes later. I had an oyster on the half-shell on the side, and Godiva had an hors d'oeuvre. A Jack Daniel's was a perfect complement for my French fries.
The French fries was magnificent but a bit chartreuse. The common way to cook with spaghetti noodles is to age first, but our chef chooses to sauté, then blend it into the French fries. Godiva thought the pot roast seemed a bit new, but said she would definitely order the item again.
Our ticket came to about one hundred sixty-five dollars, which I think is abominable. Overall, the food was terrific, the atmosphere was outstanding, and the service was magnificent. If you are a brazen person, this might not be the worst place for you.