D.S. Tequila’s ‘Bourbon Street’ Wins People’s Choice At Burger Fest


ROSCOE VILLAGE — The people have spoken and declared D.S. Tequila’s ‘Bourbon Street’ burger the best of Burger Fest.

The Lakeview restaurant, 3352 N. Halsted St., walked away with the coveted People’s Choice trophy Sunday. Billy Goat Tavern earned the Critics Choice award Saturday.

The Bourbon Street is a regular menu item at D.S. Tequila: a half-pound patty topped with bacon, fried onion strings, monterey jack cheese, jalapeno peppers, mixed greens and a bourbon aioli.


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If you’ve been to minibar, you know that owners Stu Zirin and John Dalton are no masters of subtlety. Witness, as further evidence, their more recent venture, D.S. Tequila, whose name (we’re pretty sure) refers to the sex act the Dirty Sanchez. The interior boasts a menu of boozy frozen margaritas and decent tacos and burgers. The only thing understated about the place is the outdoor patio, where twinkling colored lights give off a serene urban vibe.


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Located in the heart of Boystown, D.S. Tequila Company has all the usual features of a sports bar: tons of flat-screen TVs, blaring music, and Bud, Coors, and Miller Lite on tap (though there are also a few marginally more exotic options like Negra Modelo, Victoria, and Harp). But the food is a cut above normal bar fare, with a focus on Mexican items like guacamole and tacos (both excellent). Close to half of the menu is devoted to burgers. The signature version was juicy enough to soak the bun and benefited from the aged white cheddar, bacon, and balsamic pickled onions on top.


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Gazing toward Sidetrack, the granddaddy of all Boystown bars, I sipped a margarita and willed my lawyer friends Shaun and Mary to hurry up and finish their meeting there with the Lesbian and Gay Bar Association of Chicago. My date and I were waiting for them across the street at D.S. Tequila Company, a new spot from the owners of Minibar (see chicagomag.com/bestbars), where the two of us had been installed at our highboy—complete with a miniature fake fire pit in the middle of the table—for 30 minutes. During that time, the bar’s menu had become a thing of fascination. “It’s like someone went to Kuma’s and Big Star and said, ‘Hey, let’s do both,’” my date mused as we debated the merits of tricked-out burgers and à la carte tacos.