Frontier Chicago — Restaurant in West Chicago Township

Came today for a 1:30 brunch reservation and off the bat the hostess Leslie was not very welcoming. No smile and simply looked like she did not want to be there. We got sat in a 6 top in the beer garden and we decided to switch over to a shorter table due to my grandma needing back support. We then asked if we could do a table in the beer garden with a booth so that my grandma can be comfortable. Leslie didn’t even stop she just walked past us and said “that’s saved for a reservation”. There were about 4 other high top tables for 6 available. We asked a male server if we could still move to the table and he said the hostess would come by shortly to move us. Leslie never came and the gentleman moved us over himself. Server took awhile to greet us and never introduced herself, I’m a server myself and always like my tables to know me by name as it’s just more personal. Ordered the mushrooms, 1/2 dozen raw oysters, the Mac and cheese and char grilled oysters. We all ordered entrees and the food came out super quick which was nice. I ordered a Bloody Mary, it tasted disgusting and watered down, barely any tomato juice. Not sure if it was sitting at the bar for a while but I told the server I didn’t want it. She offered a different drink but I stuck to water at that point. Everyone loved the food! After we closed out we noticed we were double charged for the raw oysters. We had 1/2 Dozen Oysters for $2 which totaled to $12 and then we had another charge for 6 west coast raw oysters on half shelf for $18. It would’ve been nice to have been told there were $2 oysters. While walking out I stopped by the bar to ask the bartender what the hostess’ name was. I asked “Hi, excuse me, what’s your hostess’ name?” He then replied with “what did you call me?” Not sure how that was interpreted but then I repeated my question and he responded with Leslie. I said thank you and walked out. I’m in hospitality and first started as a hostess over 10 years ago and always made guests feel welcomed with a smile no matter how bad of a day I had or how tired I was. No other big parties came in for the “reserved table” that Leslie rudely told us was “taken”. Will definitely be back for the food but...

I came here a few years ago for an oyster shuck off and it was a great experience so thought it might be worth coming back for their Chicago Restaurant Week menu.

We got sat at a hightop in the room where the bar is. I think it's a huge miss that for a sit down place in Chicago, their high top seats don't have a back for us to hang coats and jackets in the winter time. Sometimes places will have hooks on the table legs to compensate for that. I had to sit ontop of my jacket and then had to hold onto my scarf and purse in my lap throughout the entire meal. I noticed for at least two other parties who got sat at the high tops, the ladies also had the same issue.

The drinks we got were good. We got everything from their RW menu. The Lamb Empanadas were delicious and I would recommend getting. The smoked carrot salad was an interesting dish, though I thought the carrot were just a touch undercooked.

The wagyu ribs were good, but I think the star of that dish was probably the bed of greens. The bourbon chicken was a bit disappointing because the chicken leg was cooked well but the breast part was quite dry. The rabbit dirty rice had a good flavor but it was so incredibly salty. We ate the chicken breast and the rice together in the same bites to soften the saltiness of each bite as well as help with the dryness of the chicken breast.

The peach cobbler was a bit disappointing as well. The pastry was really dry and I wish the cobbler was warmed up a bit before being served.

I think this would be a good spot for drinks and maybe some oysters, but the meal was overall disappointing. The service was really good, but couldn't make up for the meal we had. Not worth how much the meal cost...

I recently had the pleasure of dining at a place that redefined what it means to experience southern cuisine, and let me tell you, it was nothing short of celestial. The dishes were a masterful blend of time-honored traditions and elevated culinary flair, each plate exuding an elegant charm that spoke of the heart and soul of the South. From the first bite, the flavors danced across my palate like a symphony, melt-in-your-mouth bourbon-glazed chicken that tasted like it had been slow-cooked by angels themselves.

These oysters were the epitome of fresh—like they had been plucked from the ocean just moments before landing on my plate. Each one had that perfect briny snap, with a flavor so crisp and clean it was like tasting the sea itself. No doubt about it, these oysters were as fresh as it gets, leaving me craving another dozen!

And the drinks? Pure magic in a glass. Edgar the mixologist had clearly made a pact with the spirits of southern comfort to craft cocktails that were nothing less than divine. My “skrewball peanut butter and espresso martini” was a mesmerizing blend of peanut butter, sweetness, and just the right amount of southern sass.

The ambiance, service, and stunning presentation of every dish and drink came together in a way that transported me to a world where hospitality reigns supreme and every flavor tells a story. If you’re in search of a true southern feast fit for royalty (or space travelers seeking a taste of Earth’s finest), this is your next destination. An out-of-this-world experience through...