There was no food served in the original tavern on Madison Street, but on the day the Goat opens on Hubbard Street its most popular menu item is one that is referred to as a “double-hamburger-on-toasted-roll-with-chopped-onions-and-relish”
But with Sam working the grill, the place begins to echo with his distinctive pitch to customer walking down the stairs: “Cheezborger, Cheezborger! No fries, chips! No Pepsi, Coke!”
The temps are droppin’. Time to drop in at Billy Goat.
This is how Chicago beats a double-digit wind chill.
This year, make a resolution you can keep – eat more Cheezborgers!
We’re doubly thankful!
We’re thankful for stairs.
We’re thankful for the world’s best sports fans.
We’re thankful for customers with big appetites.
We’re thankful for the memories.
Happy Thanksgiving from your friends at Billy Goat!
It’s National Cheeseburger Day—get your buns in here and celebrate with the most famous Cheezborger in the world!
Cheezborger! Cheezborger! Cheezborger! No fries, Cheeps! No Pepsi, Coke!
“So, coming to Chicago last night, obviously I headed to the Billy Goat Tavern. The original one. I haven’t been back here since the curse was lifted, so I was curious to see if the vibe of the place had altered in any way. Of course it hadn’t. You’d need a neutron bomb to shake the vibe of a place like that.” – Franz Ferdinand
