This has to be the most dangerous bar on the north side. Â I live across the street and see the carnage. Â There is a prostitute that works out of the bar every day from open to close. Â There are gunshots from behind the bar at least once a month in the winter and once a week in the summer. Â Every day the fire department takes a customer away in an ambulance. Â Customers not leaving via ambulance usually leave in the back of a police car. Â Sometimes CPD brings a paddy wagon when there are multiple arrests. Â The reasons are obvious. Â The bar is open at 7am every day. Â The clientele is below low class. Â I hope the city revokes Mr. Zj's liquor license.
Review Source:(A.K.A. Podhale) Like most bars in Avondale, it's hard to see any profit motive in this true neighborhood hangout. Â But unlike most of the rest, this place seems to be doing good business and is consistently pretty busy. Â The Polish bartenders here are welcoming and friendly to the eclectic mix of Polish, Latinos, and English-speaking whites (who are most certainly not part of the neighborhood's new 'gentry'), all of whom are vaguely tri-lingual at least when it comes to tavern vocabulary. Â Polish movies, colorful decorations, a map of Poland, and a pool table provide a setting for practicing your Polish, your Spanish, or your Spanish-to-Polish translation skills if you happen to sit between the two groups. Â There are some real characters who frequent this place; a man living out of a suitcase which he wheels inside; a senior who proudly recalls having infected his entire 2nd grade class with measles.
The bar opens at 7 AM, and supposedly some people spend the whole day here. Â Not that I've tried this, but the logistics are good: Old Style drafts are $1 and the tastier Okocim (always cold on tap) at $2. Â That might explain why it's not uncommon to see someone fall out of a chair or come crashing over your table in a drunken stupor.