Happy Halloween from Billy Goat!
It’s Halloween, time to stop by Billy Ghost. You never know who you’ll meet.
Make sure to wolf down a few cheezborgers while you’re here!
Cheez-boo-ger! Cheez-boo-ger! Cheez-boo-ger!
Trib staffers: He misses you.
What’s a few blocks between old friends?
Just because you left the Tower, doesn’t mean you can’t visit the Goat.
Billy Goat Tavern – Known All over the World!
Billy Goat Burgers at Mariano’s!
If you’ve got the “cheez,” Mariano’s has the “borger!” Billy Goat Burgers are now available at participating Mariano’s!
CHEEZBORGER! CHEEZBORGER! CHEEZBORGER!
Lollapalooza Bands’ Favorite Chicago Restaurants
“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
The First Food & Liquor License on the Moon
Shortly after the Apollo Moon Landing, Billy Goat Sianis petitioned the U.S. Secretary of State for the first food and liquor license on the moon. Here’s the original letter. The text is typed below the picture. What follows is classic Billy Goat fun!
March 5, 1970
The Honorable William P. Rogers,
United States Secretary of State,
Blair House,
1651 Pennsylvania avenue NW.,
Washington, D.C.
Dear Mr. Rogers:
The Greeks charted the heavens and it is only fitting that a Greek open a restaurant on the moon to serve our astronauts when they arrive so they do not have to eat that synthetic food the space agency has been serving them.
I used to refuse to serve republicans in my restaurant and tavern but when Spiro Agnew came along, I decided to become non-partisan and Republicans do not have to pay any more than Democrats when they eat at my place.
I slept on the deck of a ship to get to the United States and I will find my own transportation to the moon. I guarantee my moonburgers will have as much ham in them as my hamburgers — None.
For many years, Catholics have been eating my hamburgers on Fridays without violating any church laws.
As I have done here on Earth, I will serve on the moon all the finest whiskies but NO CALVERTS.
When I am not tending bar, I will be raising billygoats from the par which will accompany me on my initial trip to the moon. They are sure footed animals and do not fall off as the planet turns around.
Please tell Mr. Agnew I said hello.
William G. Sianis
Proprietor
