This bar is like a light that attracts mosquitos. They're open til 4 and it's in a questionable area of Humboldt Park so you better bet it's a shit show when the regular bars close.
Maybe it was the alcohol (probably) but I recall having a good time here. I have a few fond memories of this bar specifically because I went  here on a couple dates and ended up slobbering all over the person who I now refer to as my significant other.
This is my favorite dive bar in all of Chicago because 1. it's cheap, 2. they have great beers, 3. they have pacman, pinball & pool 4. it's just cool.
Not so great/convenient location, but maybe that's a good thing?
Good music, kinda metal/punk/hipster scene. Dark & funky. Good artwork/decor.
Hilarious bathroom graffiti.
Questionable bathroom stall locks.
Everyone making out, all the time.
Everyone also having a dance party, all the time.
Some guy dressed like he fell out of a combination vampire movie/renaissance festival.
Some guy dancing his heart out to A-Ha's "Take On Me" with some girl who has half her head shaved.
Some weird 30-something getting handsy while admitting that he "doesn't know how to pick up women."
That weird 30's something's friend yelling that either his dog or his mother died the other day, and refusing to clarify which one it was.
The Continental is weird, you guys. But you can walk there when The Clipper closes.
(Just be aware that they WILL kick you out at 3:30am sharp.)
Bathrooms are regularly without soap, so everyone there is passing around fecal residue on every glass and everyone and everything else they touch.
Also, there is an employee there (yet another cliche beard intent on displaying his poorly maintained cheap tattoos) who makes a point of asserting his perpetually bad mood. Â I would have thought with unemployment as widespread as it is, a business would prefer to hire professionals; or at least employees who do not deliberately offend the customers. Â
Good Bartenders. Good Music. Â Bad vibe.
Drunken hipsters crowding on a dancefloor the size of a postage stamp, while they to make out with girls that are thinking "he looks pretty good for an off-night", elbow to elbow, getting beer baths with each bump. I'm getting too old for this.
And all that was before 1am! Okay, service was pretty good for being so crowded, cheers, bartender! But next time we're out, kick this ass for a man, and tell me to go home. Thank you for being a friend!
By far the most worth-it 4 a.m. bar in the city. Not only do they play choice music like Joy Division, New Order, Bowie, etc., but there is plenty of dancing, places to sit or rub up against strangers.
Because it's a 4 a.m. bar, nothing starts happening until 2ish. I know the general floorplan, but couldn't tell you any intricate details. And that doesn't really matter. It could be prison for all I know. A prison that plays amazing music. It's not my fault that this is the last place I go before hitting Village Pizza and then finally passing out in my toilet.
This is one of my most beloved bars in the city, but I fear I won't be able to show my face around here for a while considering I took off my jeggings, shoes and belt last weekend here and left without them. I guess I didn't need that 47th glass of wine after all. No worries, I got home safe.
I will be back, Continental. So, hang onto those items for me. Kthx.
On any given Friday or Saturday night:
9pm:
me: Are you doing anything tonight?
roommate: No, just hanging out. you?
me: Just hanging out.
11pm:
roommate: I'm kind of bored.
me: Yea, me too..
**awkward silence...**
roommate: We could always go down to the continental later
me: Maybe...that place is trouble
roommate: Yea, you're right.
1am:
me: You dressed?
roommate: Yea, let's do it.
me: One drink.
roommate: One drink
**BLUR**
5am:
me: Should we close our tab?
roommate: What about that guy over there. he's been looking at me.
me: But he's been making out with him
roommate: Let's go
next morning:
roommate: Let's never do that again
me: Is that the guy from the bar in your room?
roommate: Yea, he came home with us in the cab.
me: Oh.
And the cycle continues...
Big props to Nasli for keeping our glasses full !!
I can't hate on The Continental. Â It provides a very important service to us West Siders: Keeping the drinks flowing until 5am on Saturday nights. Â One can NEVER underestimate or under appreciate the need for this service.
So The Continental... It's very dark. Â The drinks are strong. Â The people are, well, mostly drunk hipsters that desperately want to make out with someone. Â Chances are if you're at The Continental at 4am, you probably want to make out with someone, too, so don't judge, okay?
So that this place exists is nice. A 4 am option sort of near my house is always good. And I always run into someone I want to see. 2/3 of the time, that person is Claudio with his cooler of tamales.
But the bouncer needs to chill out a little bit. Last night, I was pretty sober, so it wasn't like I was the drunk a-hole who wouldn't leave the bar. I was actually putting on my scarf. He came over to tell me I had to leave. I said, "Yeah, I'm getting my coat on." He came over again when I was putting my coat on and said I had to leave. He came over a third time while I was zipping my coat up. All this happened in a minute's span of time. I wasn't loitering. The bar was still full of people. And he grabbed me by the arm and started to lead me toward the door, telling me I had to leave. I told him that I was clearly trying to do so and he needed not to touch me... it was really, really off-putting and strange.
But it's not like I won't go back, because what else am I going to go? Go to the Flat Iron and hang out with the horny 19 year olds with their fake IDs? No. But ick, no need to be forceful, particularly not for a patron who was neither drunk, rude nor loitering. Maybe it was my mistake for going to the Continental when not really drunk.
I've gone pretty regularly when I lived in the area and never had the drama mentioned in the reviews??? In fact, it was always just me, my company, 2 or three others and the tender. Maybe it was the times that I went but regardless, you couldn't beat the price for the quality of alcohol you got there and the bartender was a real cool cat that could hold down a good conversation about 80's metal bands. You know what talking about 80's metal with a bar tender that actually appreciates 80's metal means don't you? That's right- alcohol Pro Bono. +1 more star for the bartender, metal and for the sake of average weighted star value- may it be a fairer representation of what this establishment has to offer the consumer.
also, Rock and Roll FOREVER.
I feel like I need to wash my eyes with soap and water. Or maybe bleach!
I've said it before, but I'll say it again: the Continental is Chicago's late-night makeout capital. No place is safe-- not the booths, not the bar, and certainly not the restrooms!
Restraint, people. Your car is just steps away. Teehee. I guess it's a bit comical, though.
But I'm still diggin' on the music here. Bring on the totally extra covers by bands like The Cars and other good music circa 1995 and prior. I mean, does anyone ever tire of hearing Ozzy and the gang's 'Crazy Train' at 4 am (<a href="/redir?url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DxTsvwBkVdKw&s=b78fa1c0aca1ea4d78e296d7718ec7d5240d39c742c8990114a8c95c58a33ea7" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">http://www.youtube.com/w…</a>)?
I think not.
I can do the Continental pre-1:00 AM. Â Does that make me elderly? Â I mean I think you just hit a point in your life where 4:00 AM. bars aren't as fun as they used to be. Â I think being in a relationship has something to do with the lack of excitement, Â especially being married.
Regardless, the Continental is a decent place - $3 for PBR/$4Lite/$5 for 312. Â The bathrooms have a lot to be desired (Hello - Soap? Â Towels? H1N1 going around out there!) but otherwise, its basically just fine.
Not my first choice, heck not my 5th choice, but it will stand strong as my 16th.
Bloody fookin' 'ell mate!!! Is the c-word-inental a real place, or did Filly and I shut down the bloody Cont in my imagination? No one knows.
Even though the bar only holds about 100 peeps, we encountered all manners of gays, straights, bi's, Brits, rapists, and British rapists. Srsly twisted shit.
Through some grace of g_d, we made it out unscathed. If you're down on your luck, this is a good place, but if you care about your future, you might consider giving it a miss.
Its like an ongoing house party at 3am... completely different from last time I was here (but that was middle of winter).
People aren't shy here, one look or one smile and they come right up to you and talk to you.... might be due to alcohol courage. I came here the weekend of Pride and there were people already dressed in their pride gear at 3am here. Â Cool vibe if you dont want to sit down and want to wait too long for a drink, not cool if you want a chill place. Â
I'm somewhere in the middle....
Ugh. Pleeeeezze. My friend said, ok, you gotta try it when it's empty. Â So we did and as soon as the clock struck 2, it wasn't empty anymore. Â Packed to the rafters with douche bags, hookers, people who think they're cool just because they're there, super drunk dumb chicks and goodness knows what else the cat dragged in.
And still, big yawn for bartenders who think they're god's gift to the planet for being a bartender.
So over it.
Even though I detest the phrase 'it is what it is' the Continental is, in fact, what it is. Â
A stripped down dark and dingy bar that's just a few blocks from the casa, one that stays open quite late, cool and styling bartendresses who are always up for a good chat and who will serve you up a serious Knob Creek Manhatten...pretty much what this place is. Â
Love the giant print of the night train that's just above the bar, fits this place perfectly.
Oh, sweet simplicity.
My band's practice space is just down the street, so one night while we were waiting for the bassist to get out class we walked over the Continental to grab a couple beers and slowly descend into rock mode. Â
First sign of trouble is that all three times we went up the bar to get the next round the barkeep was either outside having a smoke or talking on her cell phone ignoring us. Â Once is fine, two is annoying but three is just obnoxious, let's not kid ourselves. Â
The music ranged from Wire to Duran Duran. Â Never in my life did I think I'd hear "Pink Flag" and "Rio" back to back. Â I kind of liked it.
The booth was pretty comfortable but sitting in the oppressively cranked heat wasn't. Â We had a good chat/band meeting but outside of an eerily similar situation I don't see myself coming back.
I used to work mere blocks from here and it made a nice after work drink spot. It's pretty small and dead at the time work would let out so we we're able to walk in and pretty much own the bar. I mean, there'd be a few (1-2) regulars and every once in a while a guy begging for money but the lone bartender kept it all under control and made a pretty nice cocktail.
I can't say that I'd venture out here for anything more than an after work cocktail but I am curious to see the kind of crowd on a weekend.
If the rumors of MGMT playing are true... I'd be in, at least for scientific purposes.
See you soon, perhaps?
I don't know how we stumbled in here at 1:30am. I had never even heard of this place. As we were walking in the bar, my gorgeous twin, Brett, says to me, "You might want to hide your Chanel."
So this is where really drunk people come to get even more intoxicated. A lot of the people looked really young, but had a lot of facial hair, making them look old. The bartender wasn't very friendly, but the booths are kind of comfy and cozy for girls who are in sky high heels.
I don't know if I'll be returning to The Continental. I'd have to be heavily inebriated again.
I have a few highlights I'd care to share with you from my adventures at The Continental last night:
1. Stumbling in post fabulous dinner at 1:30am to find a nice, open booth for me and my gals to sit back and enjoy a few.
2. When my gorgeous and very chic twin, Caroline, turned to ask me if we were "at an emo bar."
3. Hearing a lot of MGMT while drinking deliciously cold Miller High Lifes.
4. Not remembering paying for any said High Lifes... did a young hipster take pity on the out-of-place girl with the gucci clutch? [Ahem, one of these things is not like the other...]
5. When Erin made her mad dash for the door leaving me with her full glass of Jameson on the rocks :::licks lips slowly:::
....but of course with the good always comes the bad.
1. When my nice, open booth suddenly got bum-rushed and occupied by odd looking late night drunks with pencil mustaches and uber-ubiquitous neck scarves.
2. An aforementioned scarf-wearer falling asleep in my booth (I have photo evidence of this). He was Asian. We named him Tsu. Don't like it? Tsu Me!
3. Turning around (now at 3am) to find this fun little space to be filled wall-to-wall with really loud, really drunk, really stinky after hours kids. Does Humboldt have a ban on deodorant that I'm unaware of?
4. The perpetuating stench of old cigarettes and vomit. How did I not notice this before?
5. And lastly... really, really horrendous bathrooms. 1 working stall with saloon-style doors and no lock? At least it's not as bad as the boys room (so I hear...) apparently they don't even get a toilet, just urinals. Think about it guys, eat light before you go.
I first came here two years ago and that was before the smoking ban. Â The bar was literally a cloud and you were touched everywhere. Â This is the place to go to when you have failed to get laid before last call at the other bars. Â The music was awesome and the drinks (PBR, why would you buy anything else at a bar?) were cheap. Â A girl rubbed my shoulders in a last ditch effort to score some peen just as her friends were putting on their jackets and dragging her ass out. Â My immediate reaction was: maybe. Â
I revisisted this place a couple of weekends ago with some friends and even though the smoke ban is now in effect, the place has not changed. Â
FIVE STARS.
For this past summer vacation I flew to Chicago to meet up with my dad and my sister. Chicago is one of my most favorite cities in the whole country so I was EXCITED!!! Our plan was to start off in Chicago and get as much stuff in as we could and then road trip it back up to NY where he lives. So naturally, I plan out places I want to eat, sites I wanna see and things I wanna do. Â On an AOL review page you can put in your interests and based off that it refers you places to visit. Suprise, suprise that I would be referred to the Continental. I found it quite amusing and I put it on my list to do.
So, onto my adventure...I hopped in a cab by myself from our hotel and the ride was ok...it seemed to take longer than I expected so I questioned the cabby if he was trying to jip me. (I hate it when they do that to out-of-towners) I got there around 10:30pm and immediately walked into the DJ "spinning" Blood Stains by Agent Orange and I thought to myself this is going to be a BLAST. I camped up at the end of the bar and immediatly was served by this really nice bartender and then got hit on by some really lame drunk guy. Â Eventually, I moved to another seat and eventually that really nice bartender cut off that really drunk guy and they kicked him out. Â
Around 11:45pm another lonely patron and I made friends and we took turns buying eachother my new favorite cheap beer Wittekerke (which you can buy at Trader Joe's for next to nothing)
12:30 rolls around and it starts to get busier, I was told that this was a 4 am bar and that it gets crazy busy after 2 am when all the other bars do last call. Well, next thing I know, I made another friend and this girl was AWESOME. Â She sat next to me ordered some shots and told me she was there to try and EFF the DJ. Â Long story short, she got too drunk and that never happend cus she called herself a cab home. SMART GIRL. I had a GREAT time by myself and totally enjoyed hanging out with the locals talking about Chicago and California. They had great music and the bartenders were fun and sassy. The best part was the cabs were lined up at the end of the night right outside the bar so I closed my tab, excused myself to my new friends, hopped in and went "home"
I woke up the next day with carrot cake in my hair and on my pillow. Â Now you know that is a good night! I will definitly be back and always recommend this place to anyone I know visiting the Windy City.
This bar sucks. Well, this bar sucks unless you're a pretentious, miserable hipster who doesn't mind being crammed into a tiny space like sardines and bumping elbows with other pretentious, miserable hipsters. I can barely comment on the drink prices because it's so rare that I've actually been fortunate enough to reach the bar in order to even order a drink- because it's too packed- with pretentious, miserable hipsters.
Everyone at this bar has a pompous attitude- guests and staff.
It's inevitable that you'll be sloppily hit on in by some ragged, PBR-toting hipster, so unless this is what you're seeking, avoid it.
Pardon me for a moment while I give an extended analogy.
I'm not terribly familiar with the band Good Charlotte. Â However, from what I know of them, they have one stereotypical punk-ish looking member. Â But they're so stereotypical looking, it also seems farcical. Â
My retarded analogy may be relevant to the Continental because nearly everybody I saw there last night was so stereotypically hipster, it seemed to impossible that all these caricatures of people be in one place at one time.
Truly baffling.
The Continental has grown on my for a few reasons.
1. You always can find a dance partner, and the music is tolerable. Finding room to dance is a different story.
2. People seem to hit The Continental when drunk and wanting to socialize. That's the idea behind bars, right? There are few cliques or walls. Just start talking to people. You might just find a lover. Which brings me to ...
3. Mistakes happen at/after The Continental. It's just known for it.
I have a weird tolerate-hate relationship with this place. I live within a ten minute stumble--which often feels like days at 5:00am--so this is more or less the default after hours choice. It has become common place to translate, "Hey guys, let's go to The Continental" into "Hey guys, I'm shit housed, past the point of making rational decisions, and I've got a really bad idea that will make us feel like Kevin Costner in the first ten minutes of 'Dances With Wolves' all day tomorrow. How 'bout it, chums?" Â All in all, it's usually a really poor choice, but when you're drunk you aren't thinking about the consequences of your actions. Since I was here just last night, and I'm incredibly hungover at work, I'm going to break down the finer and lesser aspects of this place in bullet points.
1. The crowd is ridiculous. A mish-mash of people, from G-Thug to Hipster to some guy dressed to the nines as Brett Michaels. More often than not, it tends to be the UN of Bad Fashion.
2. The drugs that run through this place makes Colombia look like the Vatican.
3. The shitter has no seat, and the stall has no door. Nothing sobers you up quicker than swinging open the bathroom door only to be greeted by the sight of a wide-eyed dude perching above the toilet.
4. The beers are relatively cheap for being an after hours. I think on Tuesdays they have three dollar 312. I could be wrong on the day, but it's somewhere around there.
5. My brother and I, after horsing down a lot of whiskey, were given chocolate cake at the door, escorted across the street by the doorman and thrown in the back of a Paddy Wagon only to be driven home by the Chicago PD. My brother said "thank you" to the cops and the Continental employees by giving his best Wookie warrior call. If that's not hospitality, I don't know what is.
6. The DJs can be hit or miss. I've heard My Bloody Valentine, Pixies, and The Zombies one night, and then some Euro Trash beat factory the next. Inconsistent, but when it's on, it's on.
7. Weeknights are usually the best time to come if you don't want to deal with the weekend Hipster Brigade that arrive in an armada of taxis from Pilsen and Logan Square. The line blows, and if I want to be shoe horned into a ridiculously crowded space that would make a Fire Marshal poop his pants, I'll just bring a beer on the Brown Line at rush hour.
8. The Continental will teach you responsibility the hard way. It's pretty much par for the course to question your life decisions the next day.
The Continental is alright. I have no major complaints and no major compliments. It is what it is: a bar that is open late and gives me a chance to continue slugging back beers like a frat boy on a Saturday night.
It gets crowded the later it gets, but it really doesn't take a genius to figure that out. It's super hip, but at this point in the city, there really aren't many places that aren't super hip. I'm just trying to train myself to co-exist with people that shop exclusively at American Apparel and have anchor tattoos. At times it can be tough, but at others times it can be hilarious.
Most people here are already wasted beyond belief, so it's good to sit back and watch people try to spit game at each other. Most of the girls here seem to have a general air about them that says, "I'm drunk and horny and I want to make out." This has led to my being involved in some humorous situations, but aren't said situations what bars are all about?
I wouldn't start my night out here for any reason, but ending up here after the other bars are closing is fine in my book.
A lot of the reviews of this place seem to be from the complicated perspective of hipster-hating hipsters. While criticizing the inane, drunk, urban outfitted, PBR-swilling "I'm not gay, but I'd give Obama a blow job" kids, I know you're scratching your nuts nestled happily in  your diesel jeans and typing away on your semi-dated powerbook you bought with your final student loans to pay for your film degree.
With that said, yeah, this place is a landing pad for horny mumbling and vapid making out, but is that really so wrong? Shit, I'll put on some leg warmers any day for a boink with a hot 22-year-old who thinks that reading Pynchon is why I want to bang him.
Just kidding!
Not really.
Looked and smelled like an armpit at 12:00am. Â Music was pretty cool but a little too "cool" if you know what I mean. Â When obscurity meets hipster meets PBR, you know you're in for a snot fest. Â I thought I was going to suffocate with how crowded it got. Â
I feel like this bar inhabits suburban types who turned hip because they wear some stupid looking triangular scarf from Madagascar and say the word "scene." Â It's just not my cup of tea and if I have to feel someone else's sweat on mine I just may puke out my hip PBR.
I *really* hope this place burns to the ground. Â I only went once, but I can tell you that I will NEVER go anywhere near this place again.
Aside from the fact that this place is full of superficial dorks, there is a bouncer there who deserves to have his teeth knocked out. Â
I have a medical condition that I really don't like explaining to strangers. Â Unfortunately, the door guy forced me to and then continued to humiliate me.
I spent a night bar hopping with a few friends of mine. Â The Continental was our final stop. Â I was feeling perfectly healthy all evening, so I didn't see why I couldn't handle going to one more place. Â
About 30 minutes or so after sitting in this horribly crowded place, I started to feel very lightheaded and a bit sick. Â I had about 2 alcoholic drinks the whole night, and it had been 3 hours since my last one. Â I didn't know why I started feeling so ill, but I thought that if I just stepped outside and got some fresh air, I'd be okay. Â
I stood outside for about 5-10 minutes. Â I then felt a horrible pain in my stomach, and realized that I needed to get to the bathroom ASAP. Â I started walking back inside, unaware of their rule against in/out priveledges. Â Not wanting to disclose my medical condition to a complete stranger, I asked the bouncer very nicely if I could please go back and just grab my stuff and my friends and go, because I wasn't feeling very well. Â I even offered to let him hang on to my drivers license. Â
He wasn't buying it. Â The pain kept getting worse, I could barely stand up, and I was petrified of having an accident. Â I told him through tears in my eyes that I was in a lot of pain, I had a serious medical condition, and I needed to use the bathroom immediately. Â He told me he really didn't give a shit. Â
I was humiliated. Â The pain eventually got so bad, that I was curled up in the fetal position in the middle of the sidewalk, sobbing. Â He kept making references to the crazy drunk lady, and had most of the people standing in line laugh at my "overly dramatic scene". Â
I guess I should have tried to keep my cool instead of responding to this insane cruelty by screaming at the guy and the chick in line who was making snide comments to me, but it really was one of the most traumatic events of my life. Â I wanted to kill someone. Â
I ended up having to call the cops, who drove me to an emergency room so I could use a bathroom. Â They dropped me off back at the bar where my husband had showed up to pick me up. Â
I held nothing back with the police. Â I told them I had a temper and that I called this guy every name in the book after he humiliated me and put me in such a painful, dangerous situation, but even the cops agreed that this guy should lose his job. Â I did try to get in touch with the owner, but I had no luck. Â
I really hope that this place burns to the ground, and I hope for nothing but the worst to happen to the asshole who was working the door that night.
Waiting outside The Continental at 2:30am
Girl: Hey that guy has an old Milwaukee Bucks Sweatshirt on
Boy: Yeah, I am from Wisconsin
Girl: Nice, I grew up in Green Bay
Boy: No Way! So did I.
Girl: Oh no, so what's your name?
Boy: Well, what is your name?
Girl: Courtney Clark.
Boy: No fucking way, (laughing) I am Matt Hoeft
Girl & Boy: Ahhhhhhhh fmbhjdgbhioya8 Ahhhhhhh
(huge bear hug and jumping up & down)
Girl: Oh my god, you are still adorable.
Boy: Holy shit you guys this was my first kiss in grade school!
Girl: I mean that was like 12 years ago...I cannot believe this.
Rest of the line: ((cheers and relays the story throughout the line))
4:30am
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This opace gets croowded, like ridiculouysly packed, but the staff does wiell seriving the drinks in a reasonable manner.
No bloodhsed.
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Oh, we are so edgy and out of the way. Look - Train tracks and factories! Look how cool we are. Oh and our bartender, he has long hair, a 'stache AND a cowboy hat. Rock n roll.
Totally unimpressed.
However, I liked the decor and appreciated the cheap domestic bottles. I did take issue with the "to see and be s[cene]" vibe. These days, its just not my thing.
I would never bother going here on a weekend for after-hours. I'll stick to Nick's or some other hokey 5am bar. Yeah, the Continental was that bad.
5/21/07 UPDATE: Ohmygod I went on a Saturday night and I actually had fun - one star becomes three. The DJ was sweet - lots of 50s & 60s pop - I was impressed.
This is the only 4 o'clock bar that I'll go to in the city---after hours it's not full of fools and sluts and the drink prices aren't too bad. Really my only gripe with this place are the wasted chain-smoking girls absently wielding their lit cigarettes, oblivious to the people standing around them. Last weekend I got burned by the same girl twice!
Unfortunately word-of-mouth about this place has been spreading, and each night I drop in it seems more and more packed. Tried to meet up with some friends there this weekend and there was a line of about 20 people around the corner!
I love this place. It has the fun party vibe of the pre-rehabbed Danny's with the cozy sense of community (without exclusion) of the old school Estelle's (sans the junkies, of course.)
Reasonably priced drinks, a great staff and kick-ass music rounds out the scene. the only thing that could make this place any more perfect is if they built an extension to the building to house a pool table!
I made up my mind- I really like this bar, and not ONLY because it's a late night bar. Â I find myself coming here just to get a drink or two at any time...
It's a good late night bar. Â Reasonably small corner space, that's nicely decorated interior is comfortable- perfect for a late night drink or two with friends. Â The lines down the street to get in reflect how small the place is as much as its popularity lately...
So show up early to camp out your spot! Â Kinda reminds me of a smaller version of the original Blue Note on Armitage in a way...like a bar I'd like when I was in my early 20s. Â Probably no accident since Amy who tended bar at Borderline back then owns/runs this place now. Â Off the beaten path, good decor, nice boho type crowd, for now. Â With additional "research" I bumped my original review from 4 to 5 stars.
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