Lyndsey Y.
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I am about to embarrass myself by writing a current review of Madigan's, a bar I swore I'd never visit after my freshman year at Loyola ended in 2000. (OMG, I'm old!)
It was a few months ago. I had no intention of ending up at Madigan's, but Cooter Brown's was too full for the Saints game, and there wasn't enough time to get to anyone's house before kickoff. Madigan's was spittin' distance, so off we went!
I'd like to say I was immediately hit with a blast of nostalgia upon walking in the door, but the what I was hit with was a wall of cigarette smoke! As a general rule, I don't love smokey bars (do smokers even love smokey bars?), but this was beyond anything I've experienced before or since. My eyes began watering before the first quarter ended, but like I said, home was too far to drive to between plays! So I tried to tough it out.
Tears are running down my cheeks, I'm wheezing, and these people are just blowing smoke every which way. This is a bit of an aside, but if you can tell the smoke eaters aren't working, isn't it more polite to step outside for a few minutes to enjoy your cigarette? But I digress.
The only good thing I can say about Madigan's in this review (aside from their potato skins, which weren't bad) is that the television is angled in such a way that you can see it through the window from outside on the street, which is where I ended up standing for the rest of the game, in 30 degree weather. BECAUSE THEIR SMOKE EATERS DO NOT WORK.
Madigan's, I don't know what I ever saw in you. Oh, wait. Yes I do. It was the underage drinking.* ;-)
*Note - I am not claiming that is currently common practice, as the last time I illegally drank there was 10 years ago (There is a statute of limitations on that, right? Don't tell my mom!)