It’s not really a cafe, or even a place – it’s a bunch of tables set on the patio and walkway of the shopping arcade. There’s a cute little bar (‘manned’ by Stephanie last night) and about a dozen tables. Starting at 7 p.m. Mark ("Don’t ask me to play Jimmy Buffett or Kenny Chesney songs AGAIN!) Wallace begins playing, and at about 8 p.m, he MC’s amateur hour.
Sure, a few guys thought that they sang better than they did (must have been the
Margaritas.) But then our waitress did a couple of country songs, several of which she wrote, and sounded positively Crystal Gayle-country. The daughter of the St. John Sun-Times publishers enthusiastically recited a poem while she swing her jump rope. Then Stephanie picked up a guitar, and although she professed she doesn’t do this sort of thing often, she brought down the clear nighttime sky with some strong strumming and great lyrics. To top it off, a guy gets up from a table and does a few harmonica licks between choruses.
Sun Dog’s mid-week business builder is a great idea, and a lot of fun. (Sorry for the quality of the photos … they’re off the phone.)