Chicago – Drink Spots for your Dating Pleasure

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I’m a doin research on the city now that my bartender jobs are kicking off.  One, because I like to explore.  Two, to make connections.  Three because I have 2 non-sexual fetishes; grocery stores and cool lounges and bars.  Four, My day-2s are not fancy despite community advice.  I just like to go have a drink or two then head to my place.

So I have been doing research both in person and online to find some cool drinks spots.  I’m gonna share them and maybe add more over time.   I probably wont post the shit you know.  I mean ya the local dive is cool and some chicks like that just as much as going to the 17 dollar a cocktail spot (which is not necessarily what I’m posting here – actually it’s Rebar in Trump that has $17 cocktials fyi).

We all know Big Star Taco, Violet Hour,  Inn Joy and all the nightclubs where we can get free drinks with the secret password so I just wanna put on here some shit I dug up or happened across on accident or with a little work involved.

So here we go.  No order or rhyme to my order or whatever.

Pegasus Restaurant and Taverna – Greek Food,  Greek Town and I may know the bartender here  serving up drinks here this summer on the “Roof Garden” as they call it, but I’m not saying who he is.  Laid back, nothing fancy, except for if said bartender make you a drink with Metaxa or Saint Germain, then things will Definitely get Fancy, and fucking Delicious!

Terrace at the Conrad – Check this out.  #1 – I’m a big fan of Terrace bars.  I think subconsciously it may be one reason I moved to the city.  So these guys have one.  Even fucking better is Imagine telling a chick, “Let’s go see a movie tonight.” and after she’s thinking “How fucking lame…” you take her here for Sunday free moving night.  This is on my Must Do list.

The Drawing Room – You probably passed this place a hundred times if you are walking near the Viagra Triangle.  It’s a hidden little underground lounge ala Mixology.  Cool little tables and comfortable seating, and they do full on mixology, but not in a really stuffy way.  I always HEAR it gets busy, but I never have SEEN it busy.  So that’s GREAT for a Day-2.  It’s not dead ever either so it wont be a ghost town.  The atmosphere is pretty chic and ultra-loungy.  Totally fits the “Underground Lounge” vibe if you’ve ever been to any in other big cities.

Delilah’s – If she’s into dive bars, she’s a hipster, a rocker chick, a wannabe suicide girl (or a real one) or she just likes whiskey a lot this is your spot.  They have shitloads of whiskey; apparently the largest selection in Chicago.  They have rockabilly nights, a kind of dark and broody atmosphere that, honestly, I kinda like from time to time and pool tables so you can play grab ass.

Cal’s Bar – Divey with a dash of hipster and some live music in the midst of the city.  It’s a Liquor Store, and an Attached bar.  Drinks are cheap and so is the atmosphere but I totally dig on the fact that they took it from some shady liquor store and made it into a shady bar/liquorstore with live music and despite the challenges are still going.  Watch the Video on their home page.  Cool shit.

The Trump –  Some of you hate Donald Trump.  I actually like the guy.  But regardless of that, maybe you’re Mr Moneybags OR Better yet, maybe your girl is Mz. Moneybags and she want’s to go somewhere fancy on her tab.  Well fuckin A.  You got choices here.  The Terrace and Rebar.  Expensive drinks, shmancy atmosphere and great city views.  And it’s Trump so you can either make fun of it or…  Well make fun of it.

The Peninsula Terrace – Totally Miami in my opinion.  This is the kind of place, at least by the pictures, that would be a cool place to chill and get your chick drunk before you go an bang the shit out of her.  Like I said, though, I just like terraces.  And those comfy couches and awning thingies.

Nomi – Some of these Hotel Bars are pretty fucking cool.  This one is located in the Park Hyatt Chicago.  I just like the atmosphere really.  It just seems that no one seems to be able to take a good picture of the joint so you’ll just have to trust me.  If not, you got shitty, beer smelling Pippins right across the street where you can feel your feet sticking to the floor.’s+NoMI+Floor

Emerald Loop – It’s late, you’re downtown and you don’t wanna go to Hubbard or Rush and Division and you want a good cheap drink at an Irish bar that’s not hammered by drunk college kids, but wont be dead, so you can run your Patented “I’m going to fuck you in the ass later” pattern on here uninterrupted.  Maybe I just like this place because after ordering 5 or so drinks the tab always seems to be around $10; but I’m industry and they like me so go figure.  It’s still a cool Irish bar by any standard.

Maude’s Liquor Bar – I have this weird fetish (apparently it’s my thrid non-sexual fetish) with the West Loop.  I think it’s because it’s got that old warehouse district vibe.  What I don’t get excited about are the places like Market or Haymarket that everyone raves about.  Not that they’re bad places, they just don’t excite me.  Maude’s is full on Hipster Mixology, and I didn’t hate it.  Get ready to hear a fucking monologue about your drink from the bartender if he’s the guy I had.  The drinks are ok, and the atmosphere is kinda like an old, french speakeasy.  Simple but Not simple at all.

The Gingerman – Wrigleyville’s original Non-Wrigleyville bar.  This is more of a step above a dive bar.  Good beer selection, cheap, the atmosphere is clean, but it attracts a sort of rockeresque crowd with a dash of hipster but not overpowering.  If I remember correctly they have free pool.  Also there’s lots of room for you to take your chick and sit somewhere and chat her up.  I just like this place.  Oh, and it has a Jukebox with good fucking songs.

Trader Todd’s – A Key West Bar in Wrigleyville.  What the fuck right?  But I have pulled a few chicks back to my place after meeting them here.  I kinda like Key West Bars because, well, I lived in Key West.  Also, they have Karaoke here like every night but they have some fat dipshit Karaoke guy who has pissed me off twice when I was here, the second time I told him, “Why don’t you just mind your own business and do your fucking Karaoke.”  But despite that I like the place.  They have OJ they will squeeze fresh for your drinks and a good beer selection.  And a boat inside.  AND they have a bus that on Friday’s and Saturdays will pick you up almost anywhere in the city and take you to their bar for free.  I’m assuming you are expected to buy a drink or two on the ride over so if you’re gonna pull the ever popular PUA “I’m drinking water tonight.” then I don’t know If I’d consider the party bus option.

Matilda – So this is pretty cool.  Located a little north of Belmont on Sheffield, it has kind of a funky atmosphere that is dark and I can’t seem to describe it.  Not dark and broody, really.  More like someone’s art project.  You have to see if for yourself.  Also they have Wifi.  And they have a good beer selection and $5 wine by the glass wednesdays for you cheapasses… Like me.  And Hyatt Merlot is Delicious!  On Weekends the Downstairs bar, Baby-Atlas, opens up and the place seems to get a little crowded.

For now I’m pretty done with my list.  I have a few more floating around in my head AND I am no where NEAR done exploring the bars and hidden gems of this city.  But this should keep you busy for a bit.  I will update this thread later.

If you have some cool places you’ve been to that I haven’t mentioned and you think some of us might not know about, do fucking share.



Ya I know, I haven’t updated in a while and not so regularly.  I can’t even promise I will start.  Let’s just say life is ups and downs.  I got a job I thought would be cool, at Tavern at the Park here in Chicago and then realized quickly enough that one of the Owners was a drunk who was trying to hide it by basically trying to power trip on his employees.  That shit rolled down hill and got old very fast.  So I looked for another job and I am just now starting that one.  I have no idea how things will be here, and how people and management will act, yet.  Regardless I can tell it’s already laid back way more than Tavern was, and not so dumb.

By the way, did you know you can actually rate your employers now, like Yelp?  I think this is totally cool and needed so check it out.  The site is called Glassdoor.  (and while you’re there you can read the employee reviews on Tavern at the Park)  😉

That’s all for now….


The Gift

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Super fucking tired. Last night I did not sleep until morning.  It’s not quite as bad as it sounds, because I was reading stuff.  I have a lot of excitement about this new path of mine, but…

Well I stayed up way early and I am pretty sure Mr Poop came in to my room in the morning throwing a fit.  Nope, I still have not put him down.  He’s not ready.  Call me stupid but he’s not.  He gets scared when he can’t find me.  That is what I have come to the conclusion of.  The smell is not apparently helping.

Also, we just went for a walk and sat on the corner here:

I’m in a sort of Zombie Daze today.  Crappy  sleep makes me into one.  My writing may turn out funny because I am still in said daze.  Yet I write.

I was sitting there with Mr Poop clearing my mind, probably looking to passers by like some weird schizophrenic dude.  I happened to be reciting Sedona Method releases in my head.  I realized I have been clouded over by a bunch of shit recently (you can go back and click the Sedona Stuff if you have no idea what the hell I’m talking about).  So as these thoughts arose in my mind from the environment around me I would release on them.  I had already done this in the shower earlier and added a round of EFT.

Man, I really feel like Leasing was a fucking Life Drainer.  I stopped doing so much of the shit I love, including Yelp Reviews.

Yelp kind of became my enemy, because leasing was fucking up my head.  This is the kind of feedback I would get from WRITING yelp reviews before I stopped due to the overwhelming schedule of my ex-leasing job:

You’re Cool    3/4/2010
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For your review of: The Vagabond


You’re Funny    12/27/2009
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For your review of: Ferndale Foods

This Ferndale Foods review is the best. Perfect characterization of that dump — top notch!

Thank You    8/8/2010
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For your review of: Mam’s Best Food

awesome review of Mams

Hot Stuff    10/1/2009
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For your review of: Mary J’s Unicorn Cafe

Fancy seeing one of my fave Detroit yelpers writing in Knoxville!  I go to Knoxville several times a year for work, so I keep up with the reviews there pretty regularly.

Are you there on vacation?  And birthday?  Happy birthday!

Pages of these compliments and going through them just now, despite the emotionlessness in my head right now, made me smile inside.  And this fucking troll of a job took up so much time and energy I stopped and soon I actually got a message from someone, who appeared to join yelp for the sole purpose of sending me this message:

Write More    2/6/2011
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I know you must have a lot of other commitments and social activities that take away time from your Yelp reviews but I can’t take it anymore…you have to write another review. It’s like coffee in the morning and I’ve started getting headaches from your absence so please think of the little guys and prioritize!

And I wanted to get back to writing.  I did, but I had the vampire industry of leasing and real estate sucking the life-blood out of me, killing my passion.  It’s funny.  Before I went into leasing there were so many things I did, and I even had a personality that drew people to me and inspired those around me. I still do, but I started to slowly lose it.  As a matter of fact, I was encouraged by my peers and my manager to become something else on a daily basis, something less.  Something more – drone like.

I would have these great big fights with my manger over there, mostly over my “attitude” and that having this sort of ability to be blunt, honest and to the point about things; to speak my mind and be myself – that was all Bad!  That kind of stuff had no place in that industry.

I feel bad for the poor guy too.  He was an artist at one time.  He had the dream inside.  Maybe he still does.  But he lost it.  He let the pseudo-corporate blood sucking parasitic industry that real estate can be kill off most of his hopes and dreams a short while ago.   I feel he even changed for the worse over the year and a few months that I was there working.  Maybe he still has some of it left buried away somewhere.  Maybe lots of people are guilty of that.

So now, since I have quit, I can feel the inspiration slowly coming back.  (I should start calling it something different like “the flow” or “the itis” or something.  I am open to suggestions.)  Before I was doing the Sedona on the Corner I felt like shit. I was wearing some basketball shorts and a Morressey T-Shirt I got at a very cool concert I saw in Ann Arbor.

That was a good time.  I met a chick there who tried to seduce me.  She was HOT and Egyptian.  And on our first date, after that after talking dirty with her at the dinner table for about 20 minutes, I also found out she was Married.  If I was a fucker face I would have went for it, but I tend to have a sense of Chivalry.

I don’t know why that is.  I assumed if I’m good to others Karma will be good to me.  I think in some what it is, and has been, but with women it has always been funny.  I go out of my way thinking, you know.  I wouldn’t want some dude fucking with my girl and trying to snake her from me when I wasn’t around.  If I feel that way perhaps Karma will reward me in kind.

Funny thing is, it doesn’t work out that way sometimes.  I have this psychic ability that seems to tell me whenever girls are being dishonest behind my back.  I figured that when girls have the boyfriends or husbands that, up until now, I would be the nice guy and let them be square and move one.  I think that could change as of 2 days ago.

Again, some fuckwad opportunist had taken advantage of a girl of mine.  It was a girl I left in the Keys, who I had considered my favorite girl ever.  I decided to move to Chicago to go find my fortune.  She liked me – a lot.  She called me and introduced over time, 2 topics.  The first was the concept of seeing where this relationship was going.  The second concept she brought up to me was that she wanted to move to Chicago with me.

I was totally down with this.  I’m not usually that easy.  I can get bored pretty quickly with women.  I don’t mean to.  Sometimes they get bored with me.  Sometimes they just figure I’m Mr Smooth player they can just fuck-n-run.  Whatever the case.  She was a girl I was all about doing the Long Term deal with.

I will be the first to say I am not about  the long distance thing.  But with her I figured it was a temporary thing.  She really expressed some beautiful things to me over time.  She told me I helped her learn that she was beautiful and sexy.  I watched her evolve into a confident, beautiful creature.  I mean she already was in the first place but I have a Gift.  I will talk about that later.

She would text me from time to time and tell me how amazing I was as a person.  I was in Chicago and I really felt like there were times I would have walked from the Leasing thing, but I figured I was trying to build something for her and I when she got here.

And then one day I came across this:

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And I lost…  I can’t remember what the girl said, but it was along the lines that she was not feeling it anymore.  It’s just a game right?  Except I have had the pleasure of being tuned into a deeper reality since I was very young.  I do not believe in coincidence.  Neither does Deepak Chopra.  I actually felt pissed that I lost.  I told myself, “Fuck that.  You’re being stupid.  It’s a game.”

But I got that gnawing feeling inside, just for a bit.

I think it was some days later that the buzz started.  I had that buzz in the past and it had never been wrong.  Not about Jobs, Not about Friends, not about Girls. . .  I can’t kick this feeling when it hits.  I hate that feeling.  I know it’s right when I get it and every single time I’m like, “fuck you feeling!”

Experts say that a gut instinct is the most powerful indicator of a cheatinglover. Adultery statistics state that 85% of woman who feel their lover ischeating are correct. 50% of men who feel their lover is cheating are right. The first clue is seldom obvious. Typically, it’s a “feeling” that something is different.

And it was when I was checking out her facebook and happened upon some posts that were pretty innocent between her and some dude.  Of course there was a picture of her on his motorcycle on his facebook.  Smiling.  A couple pictures of her at a bonfire at his house.  She had been telling me about these cool bonfires she was going to.

I’m not jealous.  And besides, the guy was a nerdy fat guy. “She’s kind of a nerd, Ronnie,” said my mind in response.  A Herd I guess.  A Hot nerd.   But they had some shit in common about Family Guy and some other shit.  I’m not sure what else.  Must have been something.

But like I said, I’m not a jealous dude, and still that fat piece of shit kept popping into my head and I knew it.  I was like, “If he hasn’t gotten to her yet it’s in his plans.”  And then…  Her grandfather died.

And soon after, though I tried to support her from a distance, I was not there in person.  Guess who was?  Mr Fat, Nerd, Opportunist.  And what did he say, “I’m here for you.  If I were your boyfriend I would come down here and hold you and be here for you.”

Something like that.  I’m close, I promise that.  So he swooped in when she was vulnerable, and because she did not have experience with slimy guys in the past she fell for it.  Soon she basically related to me that she wanted to call it off…  She had no idea, and probably still doesn’t, that I knew about this guy.  She really didn’t have any solid reasons.  It seemed that all the stuff she loved about me was the exact stuff she told me she didn’t like about me anymore.  I think she actually said something like that.  I figured it was a momento mori.

But then, one day…

…when you least expect it, “The great adventure finds you!” Ron’s sudden death was the catalyst for everything.

Deborah told me later that it had been like a wake-up call for her. What people used to call: “The memento mori”. Ron’s massive coronary had reminded her that life was just too short to waste any chance of true happiness.

And his death that helped her to put everything in perspective. 

~ Men Who Stare At Goats

Now I know I was not completely right.  I do think I was half right.  Fucking Facebook . . .  We had a break up date where we went to Las Vegas for a week (we had it planned before the break up) and during that time I dropped a hint at her about some dude on facebook.  I don’t even remember the conversation or the context, but she paused and said, “What guy?” and I knew.  But it didn’t stop us from the usual awesomeness we had when we were together.  The Adventure, The Lovemaking, The time during the  concert we went to see when she said, “There you go, turning on the charm again.”

All that was still there but she kept reverting to some other self I had not seen before and I could not snap her out of it.  It was already done.  But that’s cool.  I’m not writing this because I’m mad, or not over it or whatever.  Actually, my friend Houston gave me the best advice concerning girls cheating or pulling shit like this a long time ago when we were in our early twenties.

I accidentally stole a girl from him.  I swear it was an accident.  But when I was like, “dude.  I’m sorry.”  He gave me the best advice ever.

He said, “If I’m going to Marry a girl, and you can fuck her on my wedding day, You just did me a Huge favor because now I know what type of girl she really is.”

And once they do it once it will happen again.

My point in all this after that massive tangent is, Why am I always trying to be the good guy in all of this?  Why don’t I just swoop in and take other dude’s chicks?  It’s starting to get tempting. . .  Trust me when I say I could.  There was a girl at the coffeeshop I was at the other day.  During my flirt she had told me she had a boyfriend, but that did not stop the vibe.  I didn’t push it either, maybe a little but not a lot.  But then when she was leaving I said, “you know what?  Why don’t we go have a “night that never happened.” and go have some drinks and see what we can see.

She stopped.  Her eyes went up and to the right.  She thought about it.  She was smiling.  Then, smiling, she said no but walked off with a huge glow.  I usually would never do that.  But thanks to others, maybe I will start.  I dunno…

Let’s fastforward back to my earlier point, sitting on the corner of Clark and Belmont…  So before the releasing of the Sedona Session I felt like shit.  People would even look at me a little strange and I might try to smile but I could not.   Soon after I asked a question to myself.  I was thinking about who people are; their Identities.  A couple examples of people popped into my mind.  I can’t remember who they are right now.  All I know is I asked myself, “Well then, what am I?”

“You’re a Shaman.” was the thought that immediately popped into my mind.  This is not the first time I have had that thought.  (I may even know my animal totem…  I think I have a couple.  Crows, and then last night I met another one maybe, a rabbit.  I have always loved the concept of the White Rabbit in Alice in Wonderland, seeming like it’s always in a hurry and on it’s way to who knows where, but always leading her deeper…  But I haven’t had any visions to confirm that yet.)

Thats when I got up and started walking back toward my apartment.  That whole time Poop had been chill and as quiet as a church mouse.  People around started smiling when I passed.  I had a grin on my face.  Someone complimented me on my beautiful dog.  I felt better all of a sudden  (all except my sleep-zombie mode, but that was kind of pushed to the backdrop).  I went and got a Frozen Yogurt at Forever Yogurt and I felt good.

I always wanted to have a vision.  Instead I have super interesting dreams, but I do not remember most of them unless they are super important.  I will get into all the Shaman blah blah in another post maybe.  Next time I am tired and loopy, perhaps.

Maybe now.  I’m not sure yet.  But I will say this.  I have a gift.  I always have had this gift; to inspire people.  How do I know?  They tell me.

I plant seeds.  I do not know how.  I just do.  I do not try.  Trying would probably not work.

Or maybe It would.

You see?  Though I just said I inspire people, I think there is more to the gift.  I just don’t know what it is…

Some of you reading this have gifts.  Some of you are good at building businesses, or making clothes, or writing cool stories, or singing, dancing, entrepreneurial (thank God for spell check) or whatever.  You have a gift.  You know what that gift is and you use it.

Some of you don’t know what your gift is and are sitting there giftless.  But you are not giftless at all.  You just haven’t found your gift.  Perhaps circumstances, bullshit pressures, stress and distraction has made you put your gift away somewhere.  But I bet if you listen…

I bet if you watch…

I bet if you pay attention…

Life is trying to give you the gift.

I think I need to go on a quest to find my gift.  I need to figure out what it is, how it works and make use of it.  This whole Age of Aquarius or 2012 thing could be bullshit, or it could be real, but no matter what – the world is changing FASTER than ever before.

So let’s go back to the story of my Ex above. Maybe the whole purpose behind me and her was so that I could teach her to be beautiful.  To know that she is a wonderful creature.  To give her the gift of confidence and help her grow in some way she could not without my intervention.  I don’t know.

But maybe there is more to all of this.  Perhaps…  I want to find out.  If I am a Shaman, I want to be able to make full use of it.  I want to be useful, not just do it for me, but to be some sort of positive force in the universe.

By the way, writing all this makes me want to read The Teachings of Don Juan again.  Great book if any of my blah blah in this post interests you.

So now what?

Ah shit.  Looks like I ran out of my writing steam. I guess my message is done. For now.

So I guess I will go and search for myself.  I am getting back to writing.  I may even Yelp again sometime soon, but there are some things I need for sure.  Another Camera, some sort of income, and I really think I need to be able to travel.

If any of you know anything about Travel Jobs or any good blogs or sources about how these cats go off and travel all over the world and write about it in their blogs – hook me up.

PS – I like Ratings!  If you have been reading my stuff this will be my only plug for the time being.  Rate, Comment, tell me I’m a nutjob or you love reading my stuff.  Link up your stuff to my posts.  I don’t care…

I like action, and I can see my hits are growing so…  Let’s make this interactive!

Make no mistake my friend your pointless life will end so sing it now; all the things you love, all the things you loathe…  Sing your life!