Theory Sports Bar

I am slowly, reluctantly, starting to realize that sports bars are a big thing in Chicago. Yes, so I'm not the sharpest pencil in the box.

I hustled my middle-aged Chinese-immigrant parents into Theory for a quick bite and discovered that I liked the comfy seats, my mom is more interested in football than I am, and my dad was somewhat partial to these Nacho Bites with chunks of grilled steak on top.

My mom, did not like however, these buffalo wings. She kept on talking about how "not fresh" the chicken tasted. I am finally at the stage where I can tell if a Dungeness Crab was alive when it was cooked, but freshness of Buffalo Chicken Wings is not a level of culinary enlightenment that I have attained.

The wings were fried and drenched in hot sauce, so I was good.

Pulled pork slider. Good idea.

What is up with this city's larger aversion to the beauty of skinny wilty french fries? These big honkin' french fries will do in a pinch, but they is much too high a ratio of mealy potato inside to crispy french fry outside. Come on people. Priorities priorities.

Theory was fine, but I am going to keep looking for a sports bar on par with The Half Pint.

Theory, 9 W. Hubbard, Chicago, IL