Taking its name from the vowel-averse Czech immigrants who previously populated (and named) what's now known as Pilsen, Pl-zen's a subterranean restobar accessed through a narrow alley repping the hood's burgeoning arts scene with sweeping murals, while paying homage to the area's industrial heritage by having said murals depict factory workers and the recently shuttered Fisk power plant. The chef, who spent time at Gioco and Kuma's Corner, has a lineup of shareables like wild boar meatballs that're actually quite exciting thanks to golden raisins, ricotta & an heirloom tomato sauce, or octopus braised with epazote over patatas bravas. The burger lineup is also robust, like the grass-fed Diablo topped with grilled pineapple and roasted serranos, or snag a bone-in Berkshire porterhouse with dried figs and Brussels sprouts in an aged balsamic reduction, as balsamic deduction only takes place when Sherlock Holmes watches Everyday Italian. Six taps are devoted to Midwest craftiness like Founders and Revolution, and they're also slinging a tight lineup of cocktails like a white whiskey/ pear/ basil number called the Gutless, also the condition that prevents you from arguing with Czech people about spelling.
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