Love the classic Irish pub scene. Boston does it up wicked well. And so does our hometown - Chicago. Friends from the area insisted upon going to this establishment, citing it was ""quite the scene."" Enter I and my girls. Can you say trashy? And unkempt. The bar cover was ridiculous and the bouncer stamped a Mr. Clean look-a-like onto my hand, balding and everything. Have scrubbed it ruthlessly. Disappeared after much persistence. Finally. Then the crowd. A gutter crowd of obnoxious, ugly, and rude individuals. Had to wait 15 minutes just for her highness, the bitchiest and fugliest bartender I've ever seen, to pretend to not notice me. Drinks had almost zero alcohol in them. On top of that, to close the tab later on in the night was a process that took another 20 minutes too long. Just to get her attention. Again. As she flirted with Mr. Slob and his wing man. At least the band played its music well. Journey. Rascal Flatts. Ahhh - Those bathrooms. Well, male staff would randomly barge in, with no prior notice, to change the toilet paper or sweep up. And girls were using the stalls during these visits. Disgusting. At least have female staff enter the female restroom to check if anyone is using the actual toilet and not the mirror. But the guys. Now this was a girl's night out. And the smelliest posing losers were lounging around... Felt eyes everywhere. Lots of drunken and disorderly behavior. Where were the cute frat boys in the button downs or polos? Gahhh! Needless to say, WORST experience ever. Oh, and did I mention they tried to charge me 30 more than what I signed on my receipt? Still dealing with that situation... Next time I'll skip this dive,
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