3251 North Western Avenue
Chicago, IL 60618
Cook County
Phone: (773) 755-5875
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by michele g. on So many drunk, dumb fools. This is the worst bar ever. Cops have to come pretty much every night because people can't control themselves and need to fight each other. I hate this place. So, someone who works, manages or owns this bar contacted me about the review. Let me clarify-- Friend Street is very rowdy. There are fights nearly every night on this street, OUTSIDE. This seems to be a mix between the Bruins fans and TGB patrons. Since I don't fight, I try to avoid this type of situation these days.
by john s. on Sooooooooo good. We love beer and really like a place that you can visit and there are a lot of beers to try and the bartenders know what is going on. There is not a dearth of places like this in the city but this one still impressed me. The prices are also fair which means that you can enjoy the beer without having to worry that the bill will be ridiculous. The food was the best bar food I have had in years. It takes a lot to impress me about a french fry but i was so impressed with the ones at Grace, I am still thinking about them. I also loved the green beans in a way i never knew I would feel about anything green.. Unfortunately it turns out they are cooked in so much butter that they are as god for you as the fries, but i do not care. My burger came on the tastiest freshest bun and was so good, and actually medium rare, that i had to pace my self to truly enjoy it. It was empty when we went so i do not know about the crowd. I did like the bartender a lot. Some of those places the bartenders have such a bad attitude that it ruins it. Just because you bar is dark and divey does not mean you are cooler then I am. And this guy was not like that at all so that was a big plus. Overall I loved this place and look forward to taking friends there asap.
by Lovella Barner on I really love New York ,but some places just don't measure up to the hype of the big apple. Ok so heres the story: My little cousin (22y.o)who supposed to be in Paris calls me and let's me know that he's in NY and we should hangout since it's been a good month since we kicked it in LA before he jetted off to Paris for the Holidays well anyway he calls we meet up at 57 and Lexington we no real plans but to just hangout and enjoy the city. We finally get tired of walking all over Manhattan and catch a cab to the Meat Packing District where it's usually crackin. NOT TONIGHT! It seems the worst day to go out in NY is the day after NEW Years. because the MPD was dead dead dead. We wondered around to some spots but it was no dice because everyone was at home. An area that usually looks like the selling floor of the New York Stock Exchange suddenly resembles a room with less people then a Bobby Brown conert. When we decided to give up and try to grab a taxi to the village a vivid image of this spot in the far corner caught our eye actually the women that were walking in that direction caught our eye but who cares the point to be made is that we found somewhere to go party. Walking up to the place it doesn't look like much plus it started to resemble a gay club because it was nothing but guys rolling up. There was nothing else going on so we decided to try it. ME: so how much is it to get in? Doorman: 18 dollars ME: Are you serious? Doorman: Yup! Me:This isn't a gay club right? Doorman: No No but I know you sometimes you gotta ask! Fuck it so we went in and immediately we noticed they were playing lounge music and it was kinda empty. Hmmm what to do. NowI have to ask questions for the cashier. Just a note if you have to ask too many questions before you go to a club then walk away....quickly! Me: So what kinda of music they're playing tonight...Hip Hop? Cashier: Oh no mostly dubwise beats and rhythms it's going to be a really fun party with passed appetizers. Me: What the Hell Cashier: 18 dollars please So we pay our money then when we try and go thru the curtains into the club we're immediately stopped by the security giant and told we have to check our coats before we go into the club. SAY WHAT?? You know of course we're going to take off our coats so why not check them and then they hit us with the two dollar coat check charge. That was the most brilliant part of that night...charge you $18 entry and then $2 for coat check which comes out to a crisp $20 bill GENIUS..shady but genius. Finally we're passed all of the red tape and we're in and you guessed it yup pure sausage fest with a sprinkle of man haters. The music eventually got a little better and I started to dance a fill the vibe but every time I got to the dance floor guys started floating towards me for some reason. The DJ was ok i'm not really into the whole house music DJ following that goes on these days but some people are because they were snapping pics of the DJ like he was famous ahh well it is what it is. All in all it was an ok night the music wasn't that great but atleast I got to dance.
