Bob Inn

You’ll sit at the sticky bar and think to yourself “yes, this is where I am meant to be tonight”. You won’t need to find a second location to change up the vibe. Bob is the vibe. The bartenders are no nonsense, family run, and the touch tunes go crazy. The bathrooms are surprisingly clean and ADA compliant. Bring quarters for the pool table and of course cash only bar.

I can only rate based on music experience. Bartender owned the jukebox, and anyone that paid for music never heard their songs. The 2 songs we heard in hours we were there (beastie boys) were turned down to barely an audible tone because she only turned up the songs she played (mostly 80s/90s/country). The next day I realized their jukebox app (not TouchTunes) charged me $68 for playing credits for songs we never heard. Waste of time and money for a dive bar which is saying a lot…

Bob Inn cash only bar in Logan Square. Nice place friendly patrons pool table juke box

This place is the best. They treat you like family! Extremely attentive. Great service! Jami no E’s She doesn’t neglect!! The only thing holding them from a 6 star review is that they don’t have my size shirt available for purchase! The Bob inn is the place to be!

If you're looking for a neighborhood joint with a good jukebox, to hang out with friends for a couple cold ones this is it. I think there is a hierarchy of regulars here so I think you will have to earn your place at the bar, as with all good old school taverns. Cash only so be prepared or pay the fee at the cash Station inside the front door.

Family run neighborhood staple that has been around for at least 3 generations now. The atmosphere is kind of like "Cheers"; where you get to know everybody's name and it feels like coming home. Always a great place to watch the Chicago White Sox & Chicago Blackhawks games. Bartenders are always friendly; outside food is welcomed.

Friendly neighborhood hole in the wall. Dark and musty, but that's to be expected from a bar like this. Definitely don't go here if you're expecting any kind of atmosphere, but then again you can kind of tell that from the outside. Good drinks, offers drink specials and a friendly bartender.

One of the few remaining dives. Truly heaven. Get a great mixed drink or one of several domestics in a can. Pool table. Electronic jukebox. Cash only, ATM on premises. Can buy beer 6packs to go. Great bar tenders and friendly patrons. Been coming here for 12 years!!

This place is a great Chicago dive bar! There's a pool table and quite a bit of space. I didn't see any food being served. I was very impressed by the service, the bartender was WERKING the bar! She was seriously phenomenal - very on top of it!

Have several times come across this basic bar and always wanted to come in. It turned out to be about as expected, maybe even better than that. Bob Inn is a total dive looking bar. Prices can be a bit higher on a few things, so it may not be a true one of course. The beer selection is mostly bottles and cans, and this is cash only. Bar is bigger than it appears. It goes back with a lot of room for hanging out. There's some arcade games and a pool table. Good stuff for a dive bar. The drinks are the main thing though. It's a couple bucks for the cheapest beer. Mass produced crap mostly but also a few crafts among these. It's about $8 for the most expensive cocktails. This includes Jameson and the like. It won't be anything too fancy. This is a two ingredient type of place. Could stop here again if around. It has mostly good prices. This is a place for both hipsters and sports watchers.

Cash only - but it's a decent enough dive bar. The service is always friendly and good, and the crowd tends to be chill and just as welcoming. There are a few TVs but wouldn't recommend Bob Inn for watching games.

Wow. Came across this establishment after looking for a good dive after leaving revolution. Dim, local crowd, juke box, friendly bar tender. Poured a good shot of mintze. Welcoming place to nestle or settle in. Big fan of the small beer glasses too. Taste of the old country. Thanks

I'm from boston and anytime I visit Chicago I come here, I love this place. Great music from the jukebox, cheap beer, plenty of space, nice people. Go Red Sox and go Cubs!!

If you're looking for a dive bar this place checks all the boxes. Stopped in around five on a Friday afternoon and there were a handful of patrons. The bartender was friendly and helpful. We only stayed for a couple drinks but this place looks like it could be fun well into the night. Beers are cheap and cold! Pool table and juke box in the back, a staple of a true dive bar!ha I believe it's a Sox bar though not sure how committed since the Cubbies were on the day I went in. Probably a fun game day spot there's a fair amount of seating to be a small dive bar.

This place has been owned by the same family for like 50 years. It has so much heart. The regulars are hilarious and the staff is wonderful. This is what Chicago is all about.

Bob's have always been good to me. (1) My dad's name is Bob and he's pretty awesome, enough said. (2) My first guy roommate was Bob (#1) and his girlfriend's mom used to FedEx us homemade lasagna, cookies, and banana bread. He was also a pretty cool roommate. (3) Another former roommate/virtual older brother, Bob (#2), has always looked out for me (even when I prefer he didn't) and always lets me bend his ear when I need it. Walking into Bob Inn for Jenny & Craig's birthday celebration I hoped my good fortune with all-things Bob would continue; luckily, I was not disappointed. Here are some of the reasons Bob Inn was good to me: * Reasonable prices, my Miller Lite's were only $2.75 (cash only) * Letting us use their grill and bring in food for the birthday celebration * Friendly service * Clean bathrooms (I can only vouch for the ladies) * Well positioned TV's to watch the games of your choice * Decent jukebox. I heard a few grumblings about the selection, but there were very few songs that came on that I didn't like or at least know. Bob Inn is nothing fancy, but I think that's why I find it so appealing. So next time you're looking for a no frills, low-key place to grab a drink, chat with a friend and stretch your hard-earned dollars as far as possible ask yourself: What about Bob?

It's great that places like Bob Inn still exist amongst encroaching neighborhood change. I'm all for love that's exciting and new, but the Bob reminds me that a 'hood is defined by its residents and by where those residents meet up to shoot pool, shoot the shit, drink cheap drinks, and have a B-Day BBQ Party if they want to! Happy B-Day Craig and Jenny! What a great showing of support. Service was so polite and nice I couldn't believe it. The prices were right and the jukebox took me back to growing up in a working class town that favored its classic rock. But really, who doesn't know all the words to Boston (one)?! Bob Inn? I just might!

Ventured over to celebrate Jen & Craig's B'day on Saturday afternoon. Not sure if they could have chosen a better place! The bar seems to be very family oriented and owner was pretty friendly. Drinks were not expensive at all. Anytime I can drop 6-7 bucks for 2 beers at a time is a steal! Pretty much a dive and has TVs on different angles for you viewing pleasure. Kudos to Craig and Jenny for introducing me to a great place!!!!

Love it when people say "We're going to the Bob" as the Bob Inn is high on my list of places just to sit, grab a beer and catch up with friends. I've been here for big and small parties and with just a few friends and each time I marvel at the friendliness of the "locals" and their willingness to engage with me from the moment I walk in the front door! The beer is cheap, the jukebox is ready to go with songs that you haven't heard in years, and in the warmer months they will fire up the grills and with self supplied meats- you can have a grilling experience second to none! If you like pool- the lone pool table in the back sees alot of action (I also get a kick out of the huge chunks of chalk which invariably ends up all over people throughout the night! If you drive- parking is easy as there are actually parking spaces on the east side of the building- a sort of "parking lot". How'd they do that? Cash is king here so leave the plastic at home! Lots of room to sit so pull up a stool, chat with the friendly bartenders, and just enjoy this little slice of "normalcy" in a world where that is sometimes hard to find.

First, Not sure who this "Steve S" dude is who reviewed this and folks going here...but man, is he bitter?!?!?! Is this a dive bar or neighborhood bar? Well, in my opinion....and everyone's reviews here are just opinions....Bob Inn is both. A small bar that has enough seating to actually be crowded, though it wasn't the night I was there drinking. A long bar with several TVs make this a place you can kill some time, watch a game, or catch up with friends in a clean, friendly, and comfortable space. There is even a pool table in the back along with a jukebox that has some unique selections and a cross sections of music I've never seen. Beer specials exist and are dirt cheap. Parking isn't bad either, so a little Bucktown gem to consider for you yelpers.

A dive bar which serves Malort. What is it? A locally created alcohol. Not something to be sampled or offered as a complimentary shot from friends. Thanks Destry B. and Jaik S. That funky taste of shoe polish will live forever embedded in my mind to never try again. A serious mind stinging, tongue yacking, breath reminder for a solid twelve minutes. Yet, it's offered as an endearing shot to friends, again and again. An inn which serves up cheap specials on beer and a charm from the bartenders not equalled at your finest of liquor wells. I've been publicly challenged by others that want to dethrone my status as Duke of Bob Inn. Bring it bitches. Although.. my throne may have already been relinquished. Ahh.

What a great place! We searched it out solely based on seeing the T-Shirt and wanting to go on an adventure. I am a fan of dive bars, and this is a five star in that category. We walked in and the folks sitting at bar and bartender made us feel right at home. In fact, we were buying rounds for each other in short order. It was cinco de mayo and they had two crock pots of meat going for free tacos, one regular beef the other Polish. All in all, my wife's description of the Bob Inn as "sketchy Cheers" about nails it. Cash only, but they do have an ATM.

Cash only dive with cheap beers and salt of the earth people. Plenty of tables and space at the bar

Good spot!! Inside its pretty dated/ doesn't look like they've done much to it in over 30 years.. Standard Dive but bigger than most and a cool little corner location right near California. Gets a good "Local" crowd during the week! Standard prices and bartender was nice... Really liked the outside of building...GTFJD

Very nice neighborhood dive bar. - bartender is so attentive, will keep checking if you need another round. - drinks are cheap; beers are 2-3 bucks - people are friendly and laid back. Non-judgements environment. - cute out-dated decors - more mature crowd than the other bars in the area, which is perfect for me.

Went here for Jenny and Craig's B-day Bash http://www.yelp.com/events/chicago-yay-a-legitmate-excuse-to-get-loaded-with-craig-and-jenny-bob-inn-birthday-bash-part-ii this is the most similar bar to the Aero Club (which is my fave bar in SD) that I visited...ie. -it's a friendly neighborhood bar -you can bring outside food -cheap drinks -there was a baby in the bar What also makes this place memorable is I met the most Chicago Yelpers there at one time, and found out that if you're not a Cubs fan it would be VERY WISE not to admit it... GO PADRES! ! ! :)

I almost want to cry I am so emotional about the Bob Inn. When I went in I threw some cash on the bar, when I left 11 or 12 hours and many PBRs later, THERE WAS STILL CASH LEFT!! Throw in zany regulars (for god sakes don't make fun of Jeopardy), great bartenders and a haunted juke box and you have a great place to kill many hours. I am considering breaking my lease to move closer.

Holy Hipsters!!!!!! wow this NO LONGER IS a Dive bar! It is now a weekend convention spot where starvin artist's / Musicians gather and compare who's beard is longer and or whose body odor is more "intense" We wandered in this joint Lookin for some stiff drinks before hitting a late night bar.......I must ADMIT I had a good time here. People were friendly Bartender was nice we automatically were the cleanest shaven nicest smelling dudes there! Yeah I would come here again! Wow how the hood has changed! Growing up this is were all the OLd Winos from the hood used to get drunk at and their wives would come lookin for them....ahhh tales from the hood! Shake & Bake seal of approval. Hipster infestation level: On a scale of 1-10 it is a 500 as it is the Rainbo club of FUllerton with Tv screens.

Come close and I'll tell you a secret about Bob Inn. Closer. Closer...because I'm going to whisper. ((((If you aren't a regular, you really aren't going to fully enjoy the Bob Inn experience. You will pay more, be banished to the south side of the bar, and the old drunkards would as soon wipe their ass with your messenger bag as they would acknowledge you))) I had the good fortune of being dragged to the Bob Inn with a few young drunkard friends who have claimed the two end seats on the north side of the bar, where the regulars live. The rule is that you leave a pile of cash on the end of the bar. This is your kitty. You order your first drink and they take a few dollars out. The wad of cash is a tacit acknowledgment to the bar that you want to keep your glass full as long as you are sitting there. In the case of our party, that was five hours on a friday night, from 5 pm until 10 pm. The regulars almost never pay for their own drinks - rather they pay for each other's rounds. At the end of the night you have probably shelled out about $20 to cover the rounds you've bought the other regulars. Because buying a drink is so much more personal than shaking hands. Especially if you are a drunkard. If you see a small plastic shot glass face down in front of your seat, that means that you have a free round coming your way. Use it. And never, ever, ever up your poison to a call if you are drinking from the well. That's just bad form. Another Bob Inn rule is how you handle your money at the end of the night. If you have money left in your kitty, leave it for the barkeep. It is hers. Don't ask for change. Your face will be permanently seared in her mind and you'll likely never get cheap beer again. If there isn't enough, throw on another $10, or better yet, a $20. And that's a per person tip, not party tip. Look, you've barely spent anything after 5 hours. Don't be cheap. It reflects poorly on you and your drunkard friends. Do not blow off the attempts regulars make to talk to you, no matter how drunk they are. Politely take your leave when it gets overwhelming, and wish them a good evening. It will smooth your way the next time you visit the Bob Inn. Like most other bars in Chicago, the Bob Inn is frequented by the tamale guy. That's the only food available here, unless you count the $1 chips hanging on the wall. I will never become a regular here. But I am grateful I know a few who are. Thanks Mom and Dad!

Things I love about Bob Inn: 1. Bartender (and owner) is a crazy Sox fan. 2. On weeknights, the place is practically empty and on weekends it's never so busy that you can't find a place to sit. 3. Free Golden Tee. 4. Good juke box. 5. Pool 6. Stickers of Richard Pryor's face. 7. Free pretzel rods from the bartender. 8. $3 mixed drinks 9. $3 Becks/Labatt tall boys 10. Awesome specials. Is this as good as it gets? Abso-fucking-lutely, friends.

This is the fourth and final review in a 4-part series entitled, Big Sexy Gives It Up for Charity. And I quote, "Finally.....I promise to not fart, belch or do any other body function that will take away from our good time." These precious words have been lifted directly from Destry's official charity auction date post, and wuddaya know? Destry farted on our date. Twice. I begged him to squeeze his sphincter as tight as he could until we were out of the car, but he couldn't help himself. He dropped the mother of all ass in the car. I nearly suffocated to death. For serious. I swear to God it smelled like he shit out a dead baby. I feel compelled to mention this incident, not to out Destry as a deceiver, but to make a point: Destry kept his word. "How is that possible?" you say. "He nearly killed you by potentially causing you to choke on your own vomit!" Well, in spite of Destry's gas leak, I had a grand time on our date, so his bodily functions in fact did not take away from "our good time". Destry knows how to warm a place up in ways that don't involve flatulence, just enough that he can get away with a near-deadly squeaker now and then. Right, so less fart talk, more Bob Inn details... I've never been disappointed when I go to Bob Inn. It's in the top tier of must-visit Chicago dives. The beer is cheap, the jukebox offers solid early rock 'n roll, and the patrons are almost always drunk and friendly. My charity date night was no exception. Jenny R (my usual Bob Inn drinking partner), her hubbinator, and one of Destry's buds showed up to engage in the revelry. We downed quite a large number of PBRs, shot some pool, and engaged in conversation with some of the regulars, one of whom wanted to challenge us to a game of pool. When his time arrived, he decided he wanted to go out and get stoned instead. But he told us we could use his quarters, so it was all good. By the end of the night, Destry and I bonded in a way most men will never understand. That's right, we danced erotically to Creedence Clearwater Revival and ended the evening by making out on the pool table. Now, I might be making this part up since I was pretty essfaced by the time we left, but it sounds like a romantic way to end the night, so that's how I'll choose to remember it. I'll also choose to remember Destry looking like Kristen Bell at that point.

Leaving the Bob Inn each time, I feel like I just participated in the sequel to Hot Tub Time Machine. Sitting down at any of the tables here, I feel as though I've just been transported back to the 1970s. There are some bars in Chicago that try to revive the decade I was born in a kitschy way in order to feed the hipster craving for irony. This is not one of those bars. Everything seems to be exact down to the letter with no humor value intended. They must perform magic to do this. They must have a *turning straight into the imaginary camera*... BAR STOOL TIME MACHINE! First of all, they found a way to transport a White Sox bar into a Cubs neighborhood (Logan Square). The only way I would think this would be possible was if it was at their heyday of popularity in the days of the second coming of the waxed mustache. But, oddly, the televisions show games from modern times and yet the fans in white and black still scream along. Also, this bar's regulars seems to still worship the Bears like it's 1985. Though that is a time paradox I'd rather not discuss right now. Secondly, the music. Seriously. The jukebox makes it seem like the 1980s never happened, let alone the 1990s or the aughts. Every song sounds just like the Allman Brothers. I got punched in the arm for bringing this up on my most recent visit, but it's true. That is, except for the disco. I have never been here a single time when Abba has failed to play. For anyone who likes their rock southernified, this is a great place. Thankfully they keep it low (even enough so to talk) so my brain doesn't want to explode from too much twang. And, finally, the beer selection. Schlitz. Hamm. Pabst. There are brands here I didn't know still brewed in the modern era, so they must have transported them from the 1970s. Okay, well, I knew about Pabst (and, technically the other two as well), but who can argue with $3.00 PBR tall boys in this decade? In the prequel film to a Bob Inn experience, the main characters were able to go back in time and try to correct their mistakes in the location they were transported from (a ski resort with the eponymous hot tub). And I wish I could correct past mistakes I've made at the Bob Inn while sitting on its bar stools. Unfortunately, the Bob Inn is the kind of place where even if I could correct mistakes, I'd just keep making them again.

Since no one reads my reviews or FUCs me anyway, I think its safe to finally review the Bob Inn. Its not like anyone is going to be influenced by anything I say. On that note, the drinks are outrageously expensive, the staff is mean and loves the Cubs. There are no old guys in uniforms with their name embroidered above their heart, there are no ballsy broads who have no problem asking how much you paid for your coat/shoes/bag because "you got robbed", the juke box blows, No specials EVER. Always super crowded and never a place to sit, especially at the teeny, tiny bar. Oh and the parking, forget about it. Not a chance. Okay, I lied but I don't want to ruin it for those that don't really appreciate the beauty of the Bob.....

Bob Inn is a great bar for cheap drinks, a free parking lot, and is still largely uninhabited by hipsters. I didn't think that was possible in Logan Square anymore. There's no "mixology" going on here, it's a dive bar with a basic beer list and a full bar. If you need a fancy cocktail list and a bar with cache, Bob Inn isn't it. I had a great time here with a few friends as we gathered for a UYE (good job, Destry!). On a Friday night, it wasn't crowded at all, although I left around 11:30 p.m., so I may have missed a late night crowd. There are plenty of four-top tables and seating at the bar. There's a jukebox, but the music wasn't too loud. I was able to hold a conversation and speak and listen without straining. The bartender was really friendly and polite as well. I needed a minute to decide what to drink, and she was totally cool about it. When she asked what we were up to that night, we said we were meeting some friends, and she then mentioned that she saw on the Internet that a group of people were meeting that night from Yelp. Congrats, Destry, you've made us famous, hahaha. Okay, not really...not at all. Most of the crowd appeared to be neighborhood folks, as Bob Inn is a great local spot for a cheap drink but not necessarily a destination. I'd definitely come back.

Pretty effin cool! I had the honor of celebrating the birthdays of Jenny and Craig here tonight and the Bob Inn is pretty effin cool. So laid back and comfortable. The staff was amazing and so nice. I was bellied up to the bar for most of the night and those ladies were on top of things. If I hadnt been a wuss I would have taken full advantage of those super cheap drinks. I had a few but I could have really gotten a good buzz for next to nothing. It's not in my hood but I wish it was. Bob Inn is my kind of place.

This place is just the kind of place that I like to hang out at. It is far from classy, posh or upscale as you can possibly get. It is the simple things that I like about bars: friendly service, cheap beer, good selection on the juke box, friendly welcoming regulars. This place had all of that. I can see myself hanging out here more often.

Let's go through the check list of a great bar: -Cheap Drinks -Friendly Staff -Eccentric Patrons -Music that turns on at the best moments, and good music -Free drinks if you stay long enough -Comfortable seating and plenty of leg space Yeah, exactly, you can't get much better. Oh, but if you happen to get slightly too drunk and feel the need to visit the bathroom to pray you wont get lost. They've very nicely tiled "Bob Inn" on the bathroom floor just in case you're too drunk to know where you are. They're just too sweet.

Okay, The Bob has earned its fourth star from me. My first visit here, I didn't have the full Bob Inn experience. It was the end of the night, I was tired, I really just wanted to go home. Then I went back. On a Monday, At 2 in the afternoon. And then the true juju kicked in. The Bob Inn is not a place you visit -- it is a place you give yourself over to. It is in the long tradition of Chicago corner bars. A gathering place for your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free. It's Cheers filtered through David Mamet. It's a place where you discover late in the evening that you went to grade school with the bartender, and by that time, it doesn't even surprise you. And so, while I won't be a regular because it's two bus rides from my current home, it's good to know the Bob Inn is there for those special times when I'm in the neighborhood. Which, I might add, is literally 5 blocks from the house I grew up in. ***** Original Post: Oh Bob Inn. I'm happy to have finally met you. And while you didn't truly work your magic on me last night, I can see why other love you. Is it the $2 beers on Weds night? Or the fact that when I ordered 3 Lites and a Miller, the bartender verified that I wanted a Miller High Life? The champagne of bottled beers? (You have to be of a certain age to remember the "bottled" part of that slogan.) Or that said beers + 2 vodka and sprites (don't blame me, I wasn't drinkin' 'em), ran less than $15, allowing a sizable (you say sizable, I say reasonable) tip for the bartender? Yes, yes, and yes. Add to that the mystical jukebox that spits out random tunes every 15 minutes or so, like some kind of rock n roll cuckoo clock, and the men's room that is the size of some New York studio apartments, and I can see the love. You're not really in my immediate circle of bars, so I don't know how well we'll get to know each other in the future. But if you weren't 5 miles from my home, I'd be more likely to spend more time with you.

OK I finally made it to the Bob Inn. Been living a block away from it for over 2 years and never made it in there. And the verdict is... ...wierd. The other reviews are dead-on about all ages hanging harmoniously. I saw 20something hipsters, 30-ish beer joint looking guys, and middle aged men that look like retired cops or something. Beer's cheap, PBR for 2 bucks, Rolling Rock for 2.50. You can charge that when you've had the building forever I guess. I didn't get to hear any music as the cubs game was on, but I'm suspecting an unwittingly ironic selection resides therein. The bartender was a freakin' whirlwind, some other bartenders in this city can learn a thing or two from this gal. She was solo in a packed room and I didn't wait more than a minute or two to get my beer. Tip her well, she earns it. I'll be back as it was a pretty agreeable little dive super close to my house. I wouldn't wait too long to check it out if you haven't already, as I can see this going the way of old Tuman's (RIP): 1.It's going to be one of those under-the-radar great places for awhile 2. Word'll get out and the longtime patrons'll complain about the clientele change 3. Someone's going to make the owners an offer they can't refuse and they will make a mint off the sale of the place 4. It'll reopen as a crazy expensive homogenized ass bar. That just seems to be the way of things these days, so get yer ya-yas now. That said, this is a family owned business (run by some real nice folks too), and they have flatly said that is not how it is going to go, so we may be able to enjoy Bob Inn for some time yet!

We weren't planning on bringing the 13 yo sister in law here, although we DO take all of our out of town guests here, but the cable went out during game 5 of the Crosstown Classic, so off to the bar we went, kiddo in tow. As usual, Jimmy and Annie could not have been nicer. They were excited to meet Jeff's little sister and both came over to chat her up. The regulars all came by to say hello and to welcome Kelly to Chicago, it was lovely. She enjoyed a frosty ginger ale, Jeff and I enjoyed our adult beverages, and we all enjoyed watching the Sox beat the Cubs in the friendly confines of the Bob Inn. Best bar in the WORLD, seriously.

I need to start with the disclaimer that I went on a Sunday afternoon for Craig and Jenny's bdays, so I don't know what the place is like on a regular night. I can tell you they were extremely accomodating of us. They had the grill set up outside on a cold day and gave us tools, pans, etc, and let us bring our tons of food and set it up inside as well. The place was a nice, normal, no frills bar (I do like places like that. I am not always foofie). What was a step above for me was how friendly everyone who worked there seemed to be. As I was leaving, they yelled out to thank me for the salad I had made and to say goodbye. Nice touch. People are what really make a place. I am sure I will be back, to enjoy the people, the place, the cheap drinks, and hopefully the grill on a much warmer day. p.s. save your quarters, don't use the video game machine. Naked photo hunt ate our money--it was too dark to tell the differences, and the screen didnt respond to our touch :(

If you are not into cheap beers Bob is definitely not for you. I was too sober to indulge in PBR, Hamms or Old Style last night....call me a snob if you will, I will survive. But cool vibe, good whisky, pool table, no ID check (shhhh.....) and good times with friends. And U of C students?!?!?!?!?!? What are they doing up here? It almost ruined my night. At least don't wear your hoodies, dudes!! (I am just kidding......or not.)

It was a dark night early in spring when I had the joy of meeting all the cool kids here for a yelp unofficial event. It was fun. It's casual- though I did wear a light jacket. The drinks were fast, simple, inexpensive and plentiful... This made for more fun! The most fun however was meeting all those on yelp that I had not yet met in person, recommended!

I don't know about you, but sometimes I have a tendency to make broad generalizations. While I don't make it a habit, sometimes it just happens. For example, north siders may generalize the south side as dangerous, and city-dwellers generalize the suburbanites all as soccer moms with spoiled children. Well, I have this notion that all north side bars resemble those of Wrigleyville, filled with frat boys and trixies. So I tend to stay in my comfort zone. Well, this place broke my generalization. This place is a laid-back tavern, a gin-mill dedicated to the hard-working blue collar peoples that made Chicago what it is. Old and musty, but absolutely wonderful! I arrived early to meet some friends, and felt no trepidation about being in the place alone. I chatted with the very friendly bartender, and a few of the regulars. The best part of it all? They have $2 cans of Hamms. I couldn't ask for more.

After a bank snafu, I found myself penniless, wanting to watch the Sox play the Yankess I met friends at Bob Inn, one of the few North Side places to support South Side baseball. The bartender, Betty, served me water all night long - didn't charge me a dime. I totally owe her a huge tip as soon as my check clears. With four TVs in the bar, we watched the Sox beat the Yanks while some other guys watched the Cubs top Milwaukee. There was some ribbing, but it was all in good fun. When patron dropped his bottle of beer, twice, Betty gave him a new one and made a joke about how each time he dropped a bottle, the Sox scored. For a neighrbood bar for baseball and beer, Bob Inn is a must.

My beloved Bob Inn, my longtime home away from home. How I adore your cheap beer, cheap booze, and cheap thrills. Honestly, bought a round last night, 2 PBRs, Walker Red rocks, and a 16oz Becks, for $13. Beat that anywhere in Chicago. The barmaids are all "old stoves", great, friendly and funny as fuck. Eclectic crowd, from old to young. Great super cheese juke. I stick with the 16oz Becks cans for $3. Most importantly it's a SOX BAR! That's right, a great joint on the northside to watch REAL BASEBALL. They'll play that other teams game too, but I wouldn't recommend wearing your awful "Wrigley Field" shirt in this joint, what's the deal with those anyway?!? Thursdays are great as the Coffin Banger rolls out the oldies but goodies. Honestly I can't think of another bar where I've heard "Billion Dollar Baby" by Alice Cooper. I'm in love with this place, even when the trying-to-hard crew infests my cozy alcohol oasis. It's grand.

What draws Yelpers from far and wide to this random Logan Square dive? I don't know - maybe it's the tons of TVs all over the place tuned into the big game. Perhaps it's the classic rock music playing making the time go by faster. Maybe yet it is the pizza that is only a few doors down. I never stopped in Bob Inn before since it really sounded like some dive from the bowels of the earth rivaling the lower bounds of Wacker Drive. Having seen Rossi's downtown, I was really scared to try out another Craig B. classic joint. Seeing how it was Raul B's birthday, it made no sense to skip out on such fine company. We rolled down and found some quicklike parking right across the street. That's right, no endless circling trying to vulture off the last parking spot in the zip code - it was right there no wait necessary! Walking in we were greeted by some hipster element but curiously enough the TV was tuned to NBC Footbal Night in America. The Vikings were getting sent back to Minnesota in shame and the whole bar cheered Bret Favre's inferior plays. The beer was cheap and I ran into a random high school friend in a random dive. It was like Cheers friends everywhere and cheap beer to go all around. The pool table battles ensued viciously and the bathroom smelled like a zoo, but you can't have everything be perfect. There was plenty of room to sit and chat and they did a nice job with their Halloween decorations. Bob Inn is versatile and can do a lot of things despite the fact that it's a dive. You'll have to pay cash and they ain't got no menu, but you can rest assured that you probably won't find any Depaul or Wrigleyville drunkards in their!

I've lived in the neighborhood for a while now and for some reason it has taken me a long time to warm up to and start going to the Bob Inn. It's everything you'd wish for in a bar: good music, cheap drinks, a pool table, carry-outs!, a good mix of decent people, and not to mention it is appropriately shitty. A place you can take your mom, grandma, yuppie friends or hipster friends and everyone would like it. A place where everyone doesn't know your name. I wouldn't make the trip, but if you are having a night out in the area it is a good stop along they way. If you live in the neighborhood give it a shot.

Craig B and Jenny Z were able to convince the nice people at Bob Inn to throw their birthday party here. The twist was that this party involved grilling right outside and we generally "took over" a sizable portion of the bar w/ our shenanigans. Get this - not only tolerated it, I think they encouraged us. The bar itself is deceptively large on the inside which you'd never guess by the outside. It's very spacious yet very homey on the inside which lends to the friendliness. The bar staff (I'm guessing this is a family owned business - reading the other reviews) is genuinely friendly and very relaxed. The patrons are equally chill and generally laid back. This is the place to just wind down and enjoy being in good company. The prices are well beyond reasonable and mixed drinks come in healthy portions. I don't know about you but I can tell a lot about a place in how they serve their Jack and Coke (my weapon of choice). The Jack and Cokes here are tidy, tall and well priced. Come and check out the Bob Inn and don't forget to bring your posse to chill w/. Make sure somebody in your crew has cash on hand, however. Your plastic is no good here. But hey - w/ prices like these, you'll be ok. Happy Birthday Craig and Jenny!!!

Absolute sweethearts work here! This is a truly great neighborhood bar with cheap drinks and colorful patrons. It gets a little younger as it gets later-I prefer the after work crowd here, personally.

Classic dive bar. This is the real deal. What is left to say? Oh yeah, my head hurts. Hello again Yelp Chicago.

It's a Sox bar. A Sox bar. No one told me it was a Sox bar. If I had know it was a Sox bar I would have never went. Please don't tell anyone I went to a Sox bar. And didn't hate it.

Sigh...the "bobby"... The Bob Inn is the "Cheers" of dive bars. Everyone knows your name and if they don't, they will by the end of the night. If you want to hang out with some friends, talk about the White Sox, and drink some cheap drinkies, this is the place for you.

If your Spanish please boycott this place. After a hard days work I stop in here for a beer or two, I literally had to wait a full 5 minutes for my first beer in a empty bar. In to my third beer this old man named Steve who was an obvious regular, screamed out loud "Mexicans, SHOOT THEM ALL and LET GOD SORT THEM OUT!" And it was obvious that this was accepted by the corner of regulars and the barkeep. Needless to say I was a little hurt and the rest of my evening was ruined. I don't really care what are racist people opinions but what hurts is the cowardice of it. If I walked in there as a tattoo up gangbanger that just would NOT of happened. And it is they who are deserving of that treatment. But you all need to reimburse my 15usd, please donate to the local church and don't ever expect me or my friends to step foot in that place

I am a fan...I mean a real fan of this bar. I was surprised because most dive-y type bars I stick out in but not here. This place is filled with all kinds of people or so it seems. I went on a Sunday for Craig and Jenny's bday bash and had a great time. The regulars didn't even seem to mind us crashing in on them. But that could be because we didn't mind if they snuck some food now and again. The bartenders were great. They made me an amaretto STONE sour. Instead of just my sour and when I asked them to remake it she had no problem with that. She also had no problem with me ordering 3 or 4 sprites. Ugh! I hate being sick. And like I said the regulars were super nice! I would like to go again on a night when there is nothing organized to get a better vibe of the bar but I have a feeling it will be the exact same way. So when I do go back I will update my review. Service was friendly, drinks were made fast, from what I hear the beer was served cold and everyone seemed to have a great time!

Love that this is a Sox bar on the north side WOOOO=) Cheap drinks and laid back vibe, perfect for just disappearing into the woodwork for a few hours and letting the rest of the world quickly zoom by. Enough said=)

My boss last night told me she felt bad she couldn't come to the bar with us so she asked how much money it would cost for a beer at Bob Inn. I immediately laughed and replied, "$2" and she looked at me as if I was lying. Nope, Bob Inn's just like that dive bar you have back home, only it's in good ol' Chicago. And they have a Terminator pinball machine!!!!!