come on, people, where were you last night? we tried to call you and drag you out for cheap drinks and tasty snacks. what's not to love about venturing out in the fresh snow, creepy light-up santas smiling down from porches? to be fair, almost everyone who reads this lives hours away from chicago. but still. if you really liked us...
so without you, we learned that village tap in roscoe village has a fantastic selection of microbrews on tap, including my favorite sprecher black bavarian, good tunes, and plentiful supply of eye candy. good hair, tall, smiling, jeans-and-fleece-or-sweater crowd. no backwards baseball caps. we also learned that tiny lounge is only populated with middle-aged men in white button-downs (doh) and that while riverview tavern has no view of the river, it does have a view of shaggy writer-type desperately hitting on the faux-goth-with-exposed-midriff bartender who was so clearly uninterested that it was almost painful to watch. (not too painful, obviously, since i have full details on the band he hopes to start. also, $3 sierra nevada pints are a good anesthetic.)
sadly, now i'm at work extra-early, wondering if maybe this was the reason none of you were willing to go out on a wednesday.
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