During the 1980s, bars in Japan began serving aromatic cocktails that would clear the mind, leave recipients refreshed and energized, and were safe for consumption by children. This tradition continues at 02 Breathe, where patrons safely fill lungs with four to five times the amount of pure oxygen found in air, the vapor comingling with a choice of 19 fragrances. Using technology developed by NASA, nonmedical oxygen concentrators filter gasses such as argon and nitrogen from the air, isolating the life-giving molecule to about a 90% purity level. Fragrance blends, such as balancing earl grey or soothing sugar cookie, are borne into sinuses via water molecules, so they are safe for ingestion and for mixing with oxygen. Given that the 02 crew's libations are as light as the air we all walk on, their sleek black bar topped with rainbow vials can be easily transported to locations ranging from sporting events to birthday parties.
It was a stifling, sultry day in Houma, Louisiana, when Dave (aka "Seprock") tasted his first snoball—a New Orleans–style frozen treat of soft shaved ice drenched in sweet syrup. Dazzled by its delicate texture and rich flavor, Dave became determined to bring the treat back to his hometown. With his wife's blessing, he eventually opened his own snoball shop in a cheerful plaza in Hunter's Creek. Today, Seprock’s Snow is a kaleidoscope of color. Bright walls surround vibrantly decorated tables, and servers adorn icy snoballs with a rainbow of fruity syrups. Dave and his staff also stuff their treats full of creamy ice cream to add an extra dimension of goodness and help patrons sneak dairy past airport security. For colder days, they supplement their frozen treats and wash customers' tongues clean of their red, blue, and green color with steaming coffee, hot cocoa, and apple cider.
Knights in shining armor. White horses. Fair maidens. All the magnificent trappings of a bygone era come to life at Medieval Times, where ironclad knights clash for the title of King's Champion in front of a wide-eyed audience that peppers the battlefield with cheers and jeers between bites of a four-course dinner. Each two-hour tournament channels the pageantry and spectacle of 11th-century Spain, pitting six competitors against each other inside a spacious, sand-filled arena for the honor of earning the title of champion and the favor of the royal court. A spirited musical score infuses epic onslaughts with an extra dose of tension as adversaries joust atop stallions, deflect ferocious blows, and slice through suits forged of authentic junk mail. To further immerse guests in the fairy tale, Medieval Times encourages each guest to declare their allegiance by cheering loudly for the knight in their corner.
Like royal guests centuries ago, spectators bask in the revelry while feasting upon a finger-friendly bill of fare without the aid of utensils or the "choo-choo" sounds of parents. The four-course feast includes a tomato-bisque soup starter, oven-roasted chicken with a garlic-bread side, single spare rib, and an herb-basted potato. Servers periodically fill patrons? goblets with soda or water, which adults can supplement with purchases from a full-service bar. Meals conclude with the castle's sweet pastry dessert.
CiCi’s Pizza combines the variety of a buffet with the thrill of bottomless pizza. Each pie is crafted with dough made from scratch daily and then slathered with homemade marinara and showered with toppings ranging from traditional pepperoni and Italian-style sausage to creative combinations including buffalo chicken and mac 'n' cheese. The buffet is stocked with a plethora of fresh pastas, as well as signature salads with the option to put tossing talents to the test at the salad bar. After they've feasted on savory options, diners can revisit the buffet for dessert including freshly baked brownies, slices of apple pizza, and cinnamon rolls drizzled with icing—or they can eat dessert first, thereby tearing an irreparable hole in the space-time continuum.
Chefs at Flame Kabob clatter amid dancing flames and steaming pots in their kitchen, forging a menu of Mediterranean cuisine that hints at Lebanese, Moroccan, Turkish, and Greek influences. Aromas of marinated lamb charbroiled with onion, green peppers, and tomatoes intermingle with the spices of gyros roasting in the rippling embrace of a low fire. In the dining room, servers deliver plates of fresh hummus, couscous, and moussaka to white-clothed tables situated beneath pendant lamps. An outdoor patio fills with gentle rustling from umbrella-topped tables, which lets diners feel the warm breeze or see that their kite was only pretending to be stuck in a tree.
When you're following the host or hostess to one of L'Italiano's tables, it's not difficult to imagine that you're walking down a bustling street in Chicago. Antique streetlights flank the booths, steel archways rise above your head like elevated train tracks, and the aroma of deep-dish pizza permeates everything. This last detail is why so many people flock to L'Italiano's in the first place; nowhere outside of Chicago does deep-dish better. That said, this place is about more than just the pizza. Don't miss out on Italian favorites such as baked mostaccioli and shrimp scampi, though you'd do well to save room for the tiramisu.