Best friends' parents were always great: they let you eat as many cookies as you wanted, watch R-rated movies, and never bugged you to get a job just because you were 27. Paying homage to a great couple from the old 'hood, the guys behind Flo & Santos.
Named for the parents of a mixed Polish (Flo) and Italian (Santos) family that one of the owners grew up with, F&S honors both of their culinary roots in a 67-seat exposed brick & red-boothed pub decked with eight flatscreens (plus a 90-inch HD projection screen) and photos of the old Chicago Coliseum, which hosted Buffalo Bill's "Wild West" show, but mercifully was destroyed before it could see the Will Smith version. On the Polish side of things they're peddling classic pierogies (cabbage, cheese, potato, and some sweeter fruit options), housemade kielbasa and Polish sausage, potato pancakes, and a reuben sammy that swaps out corned beef for Polish ham, but not Hamm, cause Don Draperowski sucks at life. The other half's covered by thin crust "tavern-style" pizzas like an Italian beef job w/ homemade giardiniera and fire roasted tomatoes, plus apps like "pork wings", both an osso bucco-style riff on the bar staple and the mantra of horny McCartney groupies.
For imbibing there're 10 suds on tap (with a lean towards local micros), plus a full bar including six Polish vodkas (Luksusowa, Cracovia...), which you can drink all night long since you've already crushed a bag of Oreos, watched Predator, and nobody cares if you go to work in the morning.