Named for Honest Abe’s booze-addled bodyguard, the J. Parker is the first stop for frostbitten locals after Chicago’s brutal winters. The 140-seat patio sits atop retro Hotel Lincoln, where views of sprawling Lake Michigan and Gold Coast high-rises are the backdrop for a liquid brunch of summery rum punches. The menu is inspired by a rotating list of far-flung destinations that reflect the seasons, like sultry Cuba and Peru. Pisco sour, anyone?
This Windy City spot hits all the secret-bar marks. Alleyway entrance? Check. Password-protected? Check. Exclusive to members? Check. You can apply for membership at the Old Chicago Inn, which houses this speakeasy, but you're also entitled to entry if you book a room at the hotel. That doesn't mean you can wander down in your PJs, though. Fancy dress is encouraged, and, fellas, if you didn't bring your sports jacket with you, they'll be happy to stuff you into one of theirs.