"The first time we went to S.K.Y., we couldn’t really figure out exactly what was happening there. Was it a restaurant in Pilsen, or a low-key house party in our friend’s basement? Were we eating Asian, American, or French food? What did S.K.Y. stand for? The point is, this place is hard to classify. But it doesn’t matter, and you’re not going to care. It’s a great restaurant with interesting dishes (like cornbread madeleines and foie gras bibimbap) that make different ingredients seem like they have always belonged together." - adrian kane