My favorite dive bar is being taken over by undesirables.
The twenty somethings, corporate suits, sorority girls, tourists and hipsters have run out the firemen and the iron workers. And I for one couldn't be more pissed off about the change of demographics.
Hunky men aside, a good dive bar is a thing of beauty. An establishment that has met the adult beverage needs of thirsty Chicagoans for years. It's grimy, dark, worn and at times a little stinky.
Its old and existed when Chicago neighborhoods had a tavern or a bar on practically every corner.
Most of that has changed.
Old neighborhoods have re-emerged as entertainment and dining destinations.
The corner bar has been replaced with some monstrosity that has beer taps at the table.
And now the perfect storm of good beer selection, cheap prices, a killer jukebox, hot neighborhood & being down the street from an extremely popular new bar has now encroached on the sanctity of my dive bar.
Did I mention that there's a pizza place that sells slices right across the alley?
I guess it was only a matter of time.
The people who get tired of waiting in line to get in the popular new bar come in.
The 9 to 5 after work crowd comes in.
Hell, concierges from hotels are sending people in. Concierges for the love of god!
What is this world coming to?
Then of course the write ups in several local publications didn't help either. After all, it is a wonderful bar.
I'm glad the owner & staff are making money hand over fist, they're good people and work very hard. They deserve every dime they make.
I'm just pissy because it took me so long to finally get the courage to walk in the front door and meet the wonderful people on both sides of the bar that I simply didn't want to share this gem with the rest of Chicago.
Or at least the same people that I always see when I'm out.
The twenty something, the corporate type, the tourist and the hipsters have a million bars to choose from in our fair city. I rarely get to interact with firemen, iron workers and off duty service industry people. Who, might I add, are generally much more well behaved when they're getting boozed up than the folks mentioned above.
You know your little dive bar has gotten hot when the entire Chicago Wolves hockey team walks in and takes over the place for a few hours.
The place is turning into Tai's Till 4.
So now the blue collar gents are going somewhere else---and that makes me very sad.
You're probably wondering why I haven't mentioned the name of the bar?
They're already popular enough. Why would I want more of the huddled masses invading?
Go find your own dive bar and when you do, be respectful.