Alex R.
Yelp
There's a place called the native.
A bar by the English definition according to Oxford as a counter across which alcoholic drinks or refreshments are served.
Where regular patrons get hugs & where a handshake means something different in a city filled with warm hearted people.
A place where the stooges on Sunday meets death grips on Thursday. A drinking hole deserving of "the best bar in Chicago"
Leave your stigma & snobbiness at the door because American traditional tattoos, warm hearted people with black jeans and storytellers run the bar & regulars drink the product, sometimes in gleeful excess.
Cocktails? They have them. In fact, they thrive here.
Craft beer? Cold in the black fridges behind the dark wooded bar.
But don't order a PBR because old style flows here, cold, frequent and will have you questioning whether or not this was your 3rd, 7th or how your mothers name is actually properly spelled.
Have a $1? American spirit can be bummed from the gracious back patio.
There's a different time zone here. Event starts at 6? It'll start start at 7:30.
Need a laugh? You'll here Mercurio's booming jolly laugh or loud lyrics with air guitar accompanying.
Someone to welcome you back like an old friend? Brian will greet you like a long lost family member. Simple, wholesome, authentic.
Zaff and Molly never forget a face and will ensure your experience seriously kicks ass, even by Chicago standards.
Vegan friendly? Try the Sunday market in the back patio where animal-less products grace the pallet.
Movie night? specially B movies, meet the American classic bingo thrill filled shenanigans.
They don't apolgize, they don't try to replicate, it is a place all it it's own where the natives, are native.