There are regular happy hour bars: lite beer, sticky floors, wood stools in service since the first Daley administration.
And then there are more rarefied happy hour haunts. This is about the latter.
So named after a John Lee Hooker tune, Henry’s is where you’ll loosen up the tie in style and carouse over blues tunes and a good ol’ one-two boilermaker.
The decor: a dimly lit den of vintage sofas, graffiti on the walls and at least a few classic Playboys strewn around.
In charge of the bar: Violet Hour and Billy Sunday vet Michael Rubel, whose cocktail program ranges from classics to carbonated draft. For the latter, get the Pisco Punch — a delicious bottled cocktail made with pineapple syrup, lime and grapefruit bitters.
As for the eats, there are sliders — the city’s largest selection, in fact. Standouts include a burger smothered in Merkts cheddar and our favorite, the fried oyster topped with arugula and cajun mayo.
Plus they’ve got games. Y’know, a pool table. Uno. Regular playing cards.
Call it their ace in the hole.