9 slutty girls and 300 drunken fratboys....about as fun as a frontal lobotomy with a rake.
This "Michigan" sport's bar needs to go. Why the f*ck would you have a Michigan sport's bar in Chicago!?!? If people want to cheer on the teams from Michigan, let them go back to Michigan where they belong.
This is Chicago God damn it , not Michigan. Cheering on any rival team of Chicago is a good way to get a bottle of Gunniess shoved up your ass.
This bar sucks period!!
A round of beers for all the frat boys - $12 on Mastercard.
A round of vodka for drunken college girls - $16 on Mastercard.
White Owl blunts and cigarettes - $10 on Mastercard.
Intoxicated Loyola students getting cited and arrested for underage consumption, possession of false identification, public intoxication, and driving under the influence - priceless.
Sweet and simple, Grota is a great Polish restaurant which is consistent of an average sized buffet. The price of this buffet is roughly $8 per person including soft-drinks.
The food is mediocre, granted, what should anyone expect for $8. The food is definitely fresh and flavorful. There is also a decent salad bar which is included with the buffet.
The service is tremendous. The wait-staff is extremely attentive and very friendly to all of their patrons.
Grota does offer imported beers such as Heineken and Tyskie for $3.50. I'm not sure if Grota has any hard liquor... There are a few bottles on display above the register... Then again, this might just be a Polish tradition of decorating.
Overall, Grota is definitely worth every penny. The food is good and the service is gracious. With the price of dining at $8 you simply cannot go wrong.
One of the many places where Chicagoans who are wanna-be New Yorkers go in a desperate attempt to seem "cosmopolitan". None of this removes the fact that they are just pretentious Midwestern hicks. It must be embarrassing for them that a young guy like me can see right through their pitiful little facade with no effort whatsoever.
Described in a lengthy mid-'90's Billboard Magazine article as the epicenter of musical creativity in the U.S.
Wicker Park thereafter quickly degenerated into the most pathetic, piece of sh*t yuppie, hipster, and poser neighborhood in the history of civilization. One can only wonder how visitors from places like New York, San Francisco, and Boston react to this laughable, J. Crew-wearing farce today.
Perhaps no other neighborhood more strikingly reveals the devastating and culturally tragic difference between the pre-Daley Chicago and the Daley-era "Chicago" than the Wicker Park neighborhood.
Well here we are at Starbucks, the usual crowd is here today.
There is Bill, the laptop guy. Wait, no, there is one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine laptop guys, all of them balding and wearing button down shirts with khaki pants and penny loafers. No conformity here.
There is Sally, the bitchy twenty-something chick out to pretend to drink overpriced coffee while she enjoys the sport of ignoring guys, the only activity that truly gives her any pleasure because it feeds her insatiable need for self-esteem and that is the only way she can get it.
Imagine that, a bitchy woman in Chicago, will wonders never cease?
There are a bunch of other Sally's over in that corner, but I don't know their name, so I'll generically refer to all of them as "Trixie".
Over here we have Pam the multiple stroller mom who is in a perpetual state of pregnancy. The mission of Pam and her husband: overpopulate the universe with their seed then eventually take it over. Pam's goal: be pregnant every day until age 45 when it is no longer safe or feasible. Pam is not the only one with a stroller here today.
If you didn't know it was Starbucks, you'd think it was stroller outlet.
Do these people ever take a break from child production?
Over here we have Tim, the token gay guy. He dresses and acts in a flamboyant manner in accordance with the expected stereotypes of his sexual orientation. Except Tim isn't even really gay. He is actually a heterosexual sexual predator who has caught on to the trend of attractive young Chicago women attaching themselves to gay men as some sort of fashionable statement as seen on "Sex And the City".
This scheme has gotten him laid over 50 times already this year with no end in sight. And here you have Janet, the tourist from Seattle who is visiting her sister in the neighborhood and will go back to Seattle and expose Chicago as a cesspool of mindless conformity to anyone who will listen.
What do these people have in common?
They are all taking advantage of the incredible bargains at Starbucks, including 5 dollar cups of coffee and 2 dollar muffins. No wonder I find Starbucks to be such a useful place.....to run in and out of to use the bathroom.
A great place for trendy, superficial Chicagoans to pretend they are New Yorkers, SF'ers or LA'ers instead of the preppy, podunk, insulated Midwesterners that they really are.
This place is no stranger to twenty-something cliques made up entirely of affluent Caucasian people, nor is it a stranger to snobby, pretentious, elitist urban women.
Full of highly paid geeks who are wanna-be players and insecure hot chicks out for a night of shooting guys down to pad their fragile and insecure egos.
The Hunt Club provides 3 levels of people trying way too hard to be something and more often than not, falling way way short.
This club provides a combination of the date rape atmosphere common for bars in the Viagra Triangle area with the element of incredibly self-absorbed urban poseurdom more common in the neighborhood bars in places like Wicker Park and Lincoln Square.
This club is sinister and the sort of place that only appeals to the real bottom-feeders of both sexes.
I won't say I hate this neighborhood in lieu of the fact that it's not Wicker Park or Bucktown or Lincoln Park.
Logan Square is really just a toxic combination of gang member hangers-on overlapping from Humboldt Park and yuppies/posers/hipsters not quite wealthy enough to afford living where they really want to live....Wicker Park or Bucktown.
The only things that distinguish this neighborhood from aforementioned more offensive North Side neighborhoods are A) It's more dead here, not much going on and B) The countless yuppies/posers/hipsters in this neighborhood go to other (more fashionable and trendy) neighborhoods for their recreation.
If you live in this neighborhood, get over yourself. Neither you or the neighborhood are anything special....just another pretentious, self-absorbed north side neighborhood full of pretentious, self-absorbed people.
Just like so many other neighborhoods, this neighborhood will soon be ruined by the overpaid rich and the wannabes who love them.....who when bragging to their friends about "how great the neighborhood is" conveniently fail to mention the drug dealers driving around in their SUV's and firing their pistols.