Violet Hour was supposed to be a secret: Owner-mixologist Toby Malone, a veteran of New York’s cocktail scene, wanted to keep the room as comfortable (read: uncrowded) as possible. But the bar has turned out to be too lovely to keep under wraps. Now Chicagoans are toppling over each other to get a seat in the sophisticated, blue-toned room and put back drinks like Malone’s brandy-fortified Iron Cross. The building is still unmarked on the outside, but don’t worry: The crowd waiting to get in makes the location pretty obvious.
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