Our Fave “Place to get Rowdy”

We all need to let off a little steam every now and again. Yell at that sports team. Sing that karaoke song loudly and off-key. Get asked by the bartender to get down off the table. Spin that merry-go-round so fast you think you’re gonna hurl. So this week we asked ourselves where our favorite spots were to get a little rowdy.

tom says:

my current haunt is innjoy on division street. i like to go there on tuesdays when tankboy spins, drink as much pbr as possible, and tell people their girlfriends are ugly in the hopes of starting a fight. i’ve been recognized for my talents in not spilling a drop of beer when i fall.

clean up the capitalization and typos yourself. oh, and your girlfriend’s ugly. excuse me while i belch in your face and puke on your shoes.

Jennifer says:

1998. Bulls final Three-peat Run. United Center during an early round play-off game. Jordan, Pippen, Rodman on the floor. Me? Sitting in the nose-bleed section by myself. Had never been much of a sports fan except for the few times I woke up early as a kid to watch Wimbledon.

Now that had changed. The year before I read Phil Jackson’s Sacred Hoops. “I needed to touch the players on a much deeper level. I wanted to give them a model of selfless action that would capture their imaginations,” he wrote. “Basketball is a complex dance that requires shifting from one objective to another at lightning speed.”

This was no gung-ho male shtick shaking its mane in front of a crowd. It was insightful, sensitive, spiritual. I got it. Or, at least I got how Phil got it. And, I erupted into a mad woman racing to catch the last band wagon to a championship.

My husband, who had had a single ticket to the previous five title runs was now bored with it all and happily gave me his ticket. But, the problem was, every other person in the stadium shared his ennui. They sat there during the play-off game as if they were watching Barney Rubble from a Barcalounger. They were completely lazed out on victory juice.

Meanwhile, I’m going nuts. I’m the only person in the entire section jumping out of my seat yelling at the top of my voice. I even think I had one of those big fingers. I wanted to turn to my fellow comatose fans and scream, “You don’t get it! You don’t friggin’ get it! They’re winning! You can’t believe how friggin’ hard it is to get a team here once, yet alone six times, and you’re just sitting there! You’re morons! Complete morons! ” And, they’re all plump and satisfied and looking at me like I’m the crazy one. Jeez. They didn’t know anything about basketball.

Tankboy says:

Liar’s Club is where I often lose it. I love the owners and the staff. I hate the yuppies on the weekends. The combination of those two opposites, fueld by an unending stream of Maker’s complimets of Herb the owner, gives my friends hours of entertainment.

It’s the only bar in the city I’ve been thrown out of more than once. And I never get thrown out of bars.

Officer Gleason says:

I used to live at this place on Belmont and Ashland, and the entire reason why my roommates and I moved there was this HUGE porch.  It was the roof of the “Extended” first floor.  Naturally, we used that space for BBQs, parties, late night political discussions and all sorts of mischief.

Of all the places I’ve ever been rowdy, I’ve never been in more trouble, or had more fun, than my old apartment.

Nikkos says:

Nick’s Beer Garden

Rationale:
Close to home (just a short, drunken stumble)
Open late
Great bartenders (Big shout to Patty and Suzie!)
Can often convince female patrons that I am the eponymous Nick
To top it all off, they have never thrown me out. Yet.

Lauren says:

It’s been a while since I’ve gotten rowdy, especially since they took the air hockey table out of the Riverview Tavern on Damen and Roscoe. For some reason, darts just don’t allow you to get as rowdy; it must have something to do with the fact that you are holding an object with a sharp tip. My new favorite place to be loud and obnoxious is on the multipuck air hockey tables at Gameworks in Schaumburg. There is nothing quite like the deafening sound of 3 plastic pucks being hurled back and forth while you berate your opponent.

Fuzzy says:

There’s no better place to get rowdy than a dive bar, and my favorite dive is the Lakeview Lounge. Let me count the ways: wood paneling and assorted holiday decorations up all year, check, old lady bartenders, check, stumbling distance from home, check*, band behind the bar that only plays covers and has been playing there for 18 years, checkcheckcheck. All is not perfect in LL-land — Larry, the band’s guitarist for 17 years left the band under cloudy circumstance last year (the other band members don’t want to talk about it) and I guess they’ve lost their lease and will be moving down the street soon, which has the owner worried. Which reminds me, I’d better get over soon to have a few-too-many slightly-overpriced rum-and-cokes and sing along with Ring of Fire.

Rob says:

My favorite place to flip tables and break bottles was the alley in my old place in boys town. My friend Jon and I once dropped a steel bedframe from the 3rd story balcony. It sparked the whole way down. We blew about 150 dollars worth of fireworks in an hour in that alley that same weekend I think. While, our neighbors considered our alley shenanigans an unsusual nuisance, we chalked it up to rat patrol.

While I’m more chilled out now, the new Walgreens across the street from me is begging to have my autoloading 40 oz. bottle-slinging fastball pitching machine aimed at it… Hmmmm… If the chicago crime maps server starts bogging down, it wasn’t me.

GameWorks
At The Streets of Woodfield
601 N Martingale Road, Suite 115
Schaumburg, IL 60173
847-330-9675

innjoy
2051 W Division St
773-394-2066

Lakeview Lounge
5110 N Broadway
773-769-0994

Liar’s Club
1665 W Fullerton Ave
773-665-1110

Nick’s Beer Garden
1516 N Milwaukee Ave
773-252-1155

Riverview Tavern
1958 W Roscoe St
773-248-9523

United Center
1901 W Madison Street
312-455-4500

14 Comments so far

  1. facade3 (unregistered) on July 7th, 2005 @ 2:12 pm

    The way I let loose some steam is by “cutting a rug” at Smartbar. Coming from the time when warehouse parties were all the “Rave”, I miss being able to go to creaky floored warehouse after a long week of school, work and bulls*** and working it out to the likes of Derrick May, Paul Johnson, Joey Beltram….man the list goes on. Anyways…smart bar is the place to be.


  2. EJ (unregistered) on July 7th, 2005 @ 2:27 pm

    um… you guys… you said ROWDY> that was pretty lame.

    I think my parents got into more trouble last weekend in small town ohio. Lauren… I really dig your posts… but SCHAUMBURG???? oh man. Someone take this girl out!


  3. Fuzzy (unregistered) on July 7th, 2005 @ 2:35 pm

    Lame? Why I outta… go home now, it’s my bedtime.


  4. tom (unregistered) on July 7th, 2005 @ 3:10 pm

    ej? your s.o.’s ugly. and fat. meet me at innjoy.


  5. Katie (unregistered) on July 7th, 2005 @ 3:10 pm

    I don’t know if this is the spot to ask, but where in Chi can one get into some rowdy “80’s night” action?


  6. EJ (unregistered) on July 7th, 2005 @ 3:16 pm

    now that’s what I like to see… some rowdiness on the comment line. I knew you guys had it in ya! I do like innjoy — maybe I will see you some tuesday night and we’ll just see who’s fat and ugly. Just getting you guys all riled up over there.


  7. tankboy (unregistered) on July 7th, 2005 @ 3:52 pm

    It’s not tough to rile up Tom. He’s basically riled up all the time. Especially when you make him watch a movie with both the Bee Gees AND Peter Frampton in it.

    Now THAT’S rowdy.


  8. Lauren (unregistered) on July 7th, 2005 @ 4:58 pm

    I have to admit, I am fully aware of the fact that Schaumburg blows hardcore. However…

    MULTI PUCK AIR HOCKEY

    MULTI PUCK AIR HOCKEY

    MULTI PUCK AIR HOCKEY

    MULTI PUCK AIR HOCKEY

    MULTI PUCK AIR HOCKEY

    I don’t care where the table is. Multi Puck Air Hockey is the greatest time in the history of time. You’ll poke someone’s eye out.

    I would like to say that I get more riled up, but nothing winds me tighter than a good game of air hockey. Especially against my sister. We have 20+ years of intense competition for approval on the line.


  9. tom (unregistered) on July 7th, 2005 @ 6:20 pm

    F***IN BEE GEES! again, tankboy, you should be ashamed.

    i wanna see you there ej, and you better introduce yourself to me, and we can find out who’s rowdier. and i’ll whip your ass in pool (apparently i’m getting better. QUIET THERE, TANKBOY.)


  10. nikkos (unregistered) on July 8th, 2005 @ 7:52 am

    Gents-

    I can personally vouch for EJ’s rowdiness. Remember the opening scene in Raider’s of the Lost Ark where Indy’s gal drinks some swarthy Russian under the table?


  11. steven (unregistered) on July 8th, 2005 @ 8:26 am

    EJ is Russian?


  12. Fuzzy (unregistered) on July 8th, 2005 @ 8:37 am

    Or is EJ a hard-drinking ex of Harrison Ford? I’m confused.


  13. tom (unregistered) on July 8th, 2005 @ 10:37 am

    i’m intrigued.


  14. Rob (unregistered) on July 11th, 2005 @ 8:07 am

    Shit, mine got lost somewhere…

    My favorite place to flip tables and break bottles was the alley in my old place in boys town. My friend Jon and I once dropped a steel bedframe from the 3rd story balcony. It sparked the whole way down. We blew about 150 dollars worth of fireworks in an hour in that alley that same weekend I think. While, our neighbors considered our alley shenanigans an unsusual nuisance, we chalked it up to rat patrol.

    While I’m more chilled out now, the new Walgreens across the street from me is begging to have my autoloading 40 oz. bottle-slinging fastball pitching machine aimed at it… Hmmmm… If the chicago crime maps server starts bogging down, it wasn’t me.



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