On the way back home to Dallas on a busy Thursday night in O'Hare all me and some co-workers wanted was somewhere to sit and a cold brew: Prairie Tap was the only place with the perfect storm.
Beers were exactly what we wanted: huge and cold. Food was meh. I ordered the buffalo shrimp and expecting giant fried shrimp covered in buffalo wing sauce I was greeted with a few small fried shrimp and a couple dipping sauces on the side. Maybe the chef needs a trip to Hooters to figure out what Buffalo (insert meat here) means.