They say that which doesn't kill only makes you stronger, but chances are they died shortly after from a Tab overdose. Test your theory on your inner glutton, at The Rocking Horse.
A neighborhood tavern/grille opening tonight from the peeps behind High Dive (boasting yet another painstakingly picked indie-heavy jukebox), TRH is rolling out a menu heavy on the fried app goodness beneath repurposed antique lamps and varied equine-themed artwork in the main bar, as well as in the pool/pinball/photo booth'd game room providing the party in the back, like a living mullet. Sustenance comes in the form of french fry platters served up six ways: slathered in toppers like salsa/queso/sour cream or Canadian curds 'n gravy favorite poutine, tots covered in chili and cheese, and homemade wontons with various fillings (apple/cream cheese, queso fundido, spinach/feta) (not the first time you've paid for an Asian three-way, you globe-trottin' perv). They also offer some slightly less heart stopping salad/sandwich/wrap action, all to be washed down with a micro-heavy selection of 50-plus bottles and 12 draft beers, with brewery mainstays being Two Brothers, Goose Island, and Three Floyds, two of which are pretty pissed about their parents' lack of creativity.
Because any night of indulgence deserves an equally indulgent breakfast the next day, they plan on rolling out a brunch menu in a few weeks with eclectic selections like pumpkin pancakes and French toast stuffed with Snickers, which may not kill you, but will at least strengthen your relationship with your cardiologist.