A few years ago an editor told me I had to check out this place called Boho, aka Bohemian House, in River North, helmed by a guy who’d come off a six year stint at a suburban hotel steakhouse. My gut reaction, was OMG, will the waiters be wearing berets? Will nightlife impresario Billy Dec be serenading me on the way out? Would Boho be full of drunken tourists shaking off their Howl at the Moon Billy Joel cover benders?
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