“One Great Personality in Our Town is a Goat”
—anonymous Chicago Tribune columnist, June 19, 1938
the first time the Billy Goat appears in print

In the summer of 1934, a baby goat fell off a truck, limped into a tavern owned by Greek immigrant William Sianis, and a Chicago icon was born. The Billy Goat Inn became a haven for newspaper reporters, policemen, politicians, and anyone else drawn to the hospitality and showmanship of hardworking “Billy Goat” Sianis and his often antic, uniquely comforting establishment. But did Billy jinx the Cubs? When he and one of his goats were barred from entering Wrigley Field during the 1945 World Series, the Cubs’ eventual loss to Detroit fueled a legend as enduring as their fans’ “Wait ’til next year” mantra. Today there are seven Billy Goat Taverns, including one in Washington, D.C., and Billy’s nephew, Sam Sianis—a celebrity in his own right—oversees what Illinois Senator Dick Durbin called “a national institution.”

Rick Kogan’s affectionate tale plunks you down at a barstool next to some of the Billy Goat’s regulars, visitors, employees, and such luminaries as columnist Mike Royko, and those young stars—John Belushi, Bill Murray, and Don Novello—who immortalized Sam and the tavern in the Saturday Night Live Olympia Diner (“Cheezborger, Cheezborger! No fries . . . chips!”) skits.

"I remember . . . I miss . . .,” someone will say, and names and faces begin to float through the tavern air. . . In these echoes and images Kogan reminds us why the American tavern is still the friendliest place in town and offers his toast to a Chicago original.