Purple Pig

Restaurants, Contemporary American Streeterville
4 out of 5 stars
4 out of 5 stars
(7user reviews)

The fanatics of Chicago have been tweeting about the Purple Pig since the day it opened, and so far there hasn’t been a critical word among them. Instead, chefs and restaurateurs and food writers have typed happy missives about a certain small plate or a glass of wine or about Jimmy Bannos, the Santa Clausish partner who works the dining room here while his son expedites the food. (I admit that last tweet was mine.)

The fanatics of Chicago have been tweeting about the Purple Pig since the day it opened, and so far there hasn’t been a critical word among them. Instead, chefs and restaurateurs and food writers have typed happy missives about a certain small plate or a glass of wine or about Jimmy Bannos, the Santa Clausish partner who works the dining room here while his son expedites the food. (I admit that last tweet was mine.)

Looking at who’s been tweeting, a guy starts to wonder if there’s a single diner in the place who isn’t in the restaurant industry. And, actually, as far as I can tell, that’s half correct. But thinking of the place as a restaurant’s restaurant isn’t quite right. The location, in the back of an office building on the Mag Mile, is too everyman to serve only the upper reaches of the food class. That’s what’s so brilliant about the place—it has single-handedly turned a restaurant dead zone into the unlikeliest food destination of 2010. And it’s done so with a menu that is expansive enough to not scare off tourists and cheap enough for college students to try. If you can think of another restaurant that’s opened in the past five years that’s this democratic…well, I won’t even finish that sentence, because you can’t.

So there are grandmas from Idaho in the Purple Pig, and 17-year-old bloggers, and politicians, and lots and lots of publicists. Together, they create quite a crowd. But you don’t have to share the Pig with these people (better known as THE people, other than the politicians) if you don’t want to. You can go for a late lunch (1:45pm, let’s say). By the time you’re on dessert you’ll practically have the place to yourself. It’ll be delicious. And fantastically boring.

To really understand the allure of the Pig, you have to go at night. Ideally Friday night, 8 or 9pm. You can try to make a reservation (though it barely takes any), but I’d just show up and make peace with the fact that there’s going to be a wait at the bar. The name of this place is a reference to an imaginary symptom of inebriated swine—are you really going to limit yourself to two glasses? That’s not the spirit of this place at all. You’re supposed to drink enough that you feel comfortable chatting up the complete strangers sitting next to you. And then drink some more, until you start taking bites of their food. The food was built for this. It’s easy to steal. Goat-cheese-and-squash arancini come five to an order, and they’re in an earthy sage pesto that’s so good most people have to close their eyes for a second while they savor it. That’s when you swoop in and take one. Same goes for the mortadella smear—it’s been turned into a mousse that can only be described as porky, and it’s rich enough that nobody will mind when you reach over and grab one. (Actually, they’d probably mind if they were sober, but it’s, what, 10pm now? Nobody’s sober in here, trust me.)

Other foods will require a fork: the shaved brussels sprouts, tossed in perky pecorino and lemon juice. The milk-braised pork shoulder, almost as tender and quick to melt as the creamy mashed potatoes it arrives with. The salty brandade, shimmering with olive oil.

The genius deep-fried deviled egg? You could pop that into your mouth all at once, I guess. But it’s better to cut it with a fork and knife and eat it quickly, catching as much of the warm yolk as you can. Cheese? They give you so much here you’ll be begging your neighbors to take it off your hands. Dessert? Don’t even dream of sharing it. There’s a hot brioche stuffed with ricotta and chocolate. There’s a thick, silky butterscotch pudding. And there’s soft serve both flavored and drizzled with olive oil, a dish that justifies getting soft serve somewhere other than a Dairy Queen. If you share these things with complete strangers, you’re an idiot. Then again, if you don’t, you’re not really eating at the Purple Pig.

By David Tamarkin. Photographs by Martha Williams.


Venue name: Purple Pig
Address: 500 N Michigan Ave
Cross street: between Illinois St and Grand Ave
Opening hours: Lunch, dinner
Transport: El stop:Red to Grand. Bus:3,65,145,146,147,151,157.
Price: Average small plate: $7
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Yum! Food is great. Nice little patio. Sitting at the farm style table is fun too. I loved the Beets with Goat Cheese, Beef Coppa Steak, and Half Duck Confit. I will be more adventurous next time I go cause they know what they are doing. The only draw backs are that the service is mediocre (in my experience) and the wait is forever.


There are not many place off the mag mile that you can consider to be amazing culinary treats that are not also off the walls expensive, but this one hits the mark. I love coming here for long work lunches in the summer and sit out on the patio and enjoy an assortment of incredibly crafted pig tapas - the pig ear is a surprisingly awesome must have, but there are also sometimes off the menu items like anchovies perfectly paired with white wine, and other treats you can get your hands on for a really reasonably priced incredible meal sure to make you feel like you've escaped the tourism traps all around it. 


Big fan all around!

It was a little shocking to get there at 9:30 and find out there was still an hour and a half wait, but I get it now. We lurked around the bar, hoping for a spot and sure enough 20 uncomfortable minutes of dodging servers and diners looking to adjust their seats and ta da, we have a seat!

Never being there, but always wanting to, I was over the moon excited and very concerned about making strategic and sound decisions. Naturally, I refer to the expert, the man behind the bar. He was excellent! Starting with the enormous drink menu, I told him what we like and what we were looking to spend. Without flinching, he made two recommendations and hit the nail on the head.

Then I asked for some recommendations for the courses. He gave a perfect and concise speal (sounds like he's done this before) of his favorites and the most popular from each of the courses. We went with most popular...when in Rome...so we had the pig ears, bone marrow and waygu short ribs.

My faves in order:
bone marrow
short rib
pig ear

I would most certainly return for the first two. I could probably skip the pig ears next time. It wasn't that it wasn't good, it just didn't blow me away and besides, I need to explore other options, right?!

Personally, I think I prefered sitting at the bar. It was really cool to be able to see all the action behind the line. Jimmy Banos Jr. was expediting tickets (I was a bit star struck, just wish he would have talked to us. I was trying to make eyes, but either he didn't get it or wasn't impressed). Plus we got to have a very interesting conversation with a very weird and eclectic group of fellow diners. Loved this place, loved the experience. Would definitely recommend but my advise is to keep the group to under four. It's small inside.

Jimmy Bannos Jr. knows what he is doing at The Purple Pig. The dishes are extremely unique and I felt that I could order anything and it would be tasty. It is a small restaurant and I was sat at a community style table so there is little privacy, but I felt that it added to the tapas style vibe. Go early with a couple friends to get a table and order a selection of small plates to share. My absolute favorite dish was the octopus with green beans, fingerling potatoes and salsa verde. The octopus was not chewy at all and it was grilled, which added extra flavor. Definitely try the fried manchego cheese, duck prosciutto and steak.

The menu is a bit fancy for small plates, but the food is so darn good. I was eating things I could barley pronounce, but that made it more of food adventure. I will admit it gets really crowded at dinner and I would opt for a lunch, but the food did not disappoint. 


The Purple Pig is a great option after an afternoon of shopping in the Mag Mile. The restaurant itself fills up fast around dinnertime, but an overflow area with standing tables met my needs perfectly on a winter day (it's enclosed and heated). Order a glass of wine and some snacks to share, and you can't go wrong. 

I went to the Purple Pig with a friend after some holiday shopping. It's a great place for a nice drink and small bite to eat. They had some fantastic appetizers. Definitely try the cornbread with Feta, it was amazing!