{"id":402277,"date":"2021-06-29T09:31:32","date_gmt":"2021-06-29T14:31:32","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/urbanmatter.com\/chicago\/?p=402277"},"modified":"2021-06-30T17:05:46","modified_gmt":"2021-06-30T22:05:46","slug":"funkenhausen-west-towns-southern-spun-haus-of-funk","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/urbanmatter.com\/chicago\/funkenhausen-west-towns-southern-spun-haus-of-funk\/","title":{"rendered":"Funkenhausen: West Town’s Southern Spun Haus of Funk"},"content":{"rendered":"

There’s no shortage of accessibility to incredible sausage when living in Chicago. In fact, Abe Froman made his name on it. But this isn’t your standard Jim’s Original or even your standard Ferris Bueller shout out, though plenty of those are always welcome. Today our spotlight shines brightly on the West Town neighborhood, to the quirky German gem<\/a>, Funkenhausen.<\/p>\n

From the name alone, you’re probably confused. When you acknowledge the fact that it’s a German-Southern fusion restaurant, you’re likely bewildered.<\/p>\n

I had the opportunity to try Funkenhausen for the first time in Chicago and let me tell you, bewilderment quickly went out the window. The entire experience could eloquently be reminisced in a way that only the Chicago Tribune could with 1000 words that flow like a nighttime drive down LSD, but that just wouldn’t be our style. Nor would it be Funkenhausen’s, and frankly, neither of us would like it any other way. From the moment you step foot into Funkenhausen, the classic beer haus vibes hit you immediately in the face. It’s badass. It smells like sausage, beer, pork, and the energies radiating from the artwork and Lo-Fi hip hop music drape the entire scene as the words “German Heritage, Southern Hospitality” stare you down from behind the bar. Find a more fun atmosphere in fine dining, we’ll wait.<\/p>\n

After a stroll past the open-air kitchen and like a street sign on a dim block, our initial pass through the menu at Funkenhausen guided our eyes to two distinct places: the Big Garlicky Pretzel and the Gr\u00fcne Bratwurst. Between those, and well, drinking beer out of a glass boot, you couldn’t help but feel like you were sitting at a German cafe on a cobblestone road in Munich. It made sense, and for those beginning items, it was perfect.<\/p>\n

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