Julia H.
Yelp
The first time I came here (and keep in mind i was wearing a classic black hoodie, nothing provocative), I had just moved to Chicago and was by myself because I had no friends in the city other than my roomie and he didn't want to go out. So I sit down, and turn to the older man next to me, gently swaying in his seat. I ask, "Do you want to play pool?" He doesn't speak a lick of English, but whips out a wad of cash and nods yes.
Wellll he keeps taking out the wad of cash and I'm like "yes, yes i know. You have money and will pay for our next pool game after this as well.. "
Well, he then points to my crotch and then to the wad of money. HAH
Then after a bathroom break, he comes out of the bathroom with a large urine stain running down his pants.
AND it is THESE moments that create life ladies and gentlemen. At Stella's you never know what may happen and what you'll get. A wide assortment of people come here, the young, the old, the hip, the drunk. It's a watering hole. One pool table, a jukebox, a TV and cold beers. It's like a greasy spoon with basic breakfasts.
And Stella, is the sweetest woman - She bought a couple beers for a friend and I once when she knew we were pretty broke. Just sweet as sugar. And she employs a green-haired mohawked 40 something punk who still rocks large safety pins dangling from his earlobes.