somehow, everyone knows "that divey irish bar" by the merchandise mart. Â before you go to gilt bar or a party at the marty, you come here to meet up with your crew. Â florescent lights. Â weird folks. Â a greasy old fat dude in a wife beater with his hair slicked back and one tooth missing. Â it's a charmer.
table of pool. Â box of juke. Â
small, clear, plastic solo cups!
but $5 well vodka drinks!
if you wanna forgo all the pretentious bs whilst remaining in river north, come here.
After waiting in line at the shitbox dickhead factory that is Social 25 for 45 minutes, we gave up and came here instead. Â I wish we had just come here first. Â It's everything that Hubbard Street bars aren't: personal, comfortable, quiet, cheap, and fun.
Shamrock is the king of dive bars. Â Cheap pitchers, plastic everything, and a pool table in the back. Â It's a long, narrow bar, so you will get beer spilled on you at some point. Â This is a place to get drunk and to play shitty drinking games with your friends. Â No playing nice to some cockmaster bouncer to get in, no fighting your way past dozens of idiots to pay $10 for a beer that will immediately be jostled out of your hand, and no cunts.
I got slapped by a stranger, and I saw a girl lick the floor. Â It's that kind of bar.