Yeah it's full of bros and sloppiness but that's ok sometimes and it's not crowded enough that you can stake out your own corner of the bar and do your thing.
There was a pretty entertaining cover band called something like "your hero, my villain" or something like that. They had a good male and female vocalist so their top 40 and more range was pretty good.
I didn't like this place, but I know this is a popular place for a lot of people so I'll try and be as objective as I can.
Go here if:
-You like popular top 40 music and cover bands.
-You don't care what you drink as long as it's alcoholic.
-You're under 25, or at least feel comfortable in places where the majority of people are under 25.
-You're looking to hook up with some random chick or dude who may or may not have gonorrhea.
Stay away if:
-You hate bros. Â
-You want a good beer or well made cocktail.
-You want to hold a conversation without any screaming involved.
-Hearing Gangnam Style one more goddamn time will definitely turn you homicidal.
If you do decide to go, especially on those $1 beer nights, make sure to tip the bartender nicely. She'll return the favor.
Typical college bar....except there is sand for the floor (Kinda annoying cause your in shoes but it isn't everywhere). I really enjoyed the place. It was good priced drinks and it was really packed but the best thing about this place is the amount of entertainment that they have. One room they have a beer pong tourney going on and the other they have a live band. And these are reputable bands too. I really had a lot of fun here and have been here several times.
Review Source:Ughhhh...
This place is like a college frat house on steroids filled with jocks who are going no where in life and girls who will give it up after a few drinks. I don't even know how I ended up here. Actually, I do. My straight friend lived a few blocks away and decided to drag me here after we had a few drinks at the much chiller, calmer Durkins. This was his crowd (I question our friendship all the time) and his neighborhood so I just rolled with the punches.
When we got there it was pretty quiet so we each had a beer and just hung out at the bar. From the minute I started that beer, to the minute I was finished (approximately 12.3 minutes), the bar filled up with animals. I'm talking drunk-off-they're-booty drunken boys and girls. I even saw one girl's whole frontal private part as she attempted to dance in a shirt with no pants on. It was insanity. Since my friend was enjoying the view, we decided to stay, but I needed something stronger...
That is when these fish bowls on the wall caught my attention. I asked the bartender the prices and she said $50 for the gallon, $100 for the two gallon, and $150 for the three gallon. My friend and I decided to split the gallon since there were only 2 of us. We stayed for a few hours longer and I went to get the tab. This is when I saw the fishbowl was $150. When I confronted the bartender about it, she said that's what I purchased. When I explained to her that there was no way two people could have drank 3 gallons of liquor, she insisted we did. I wasn't even drunk. Tipsy, yes, but definitely not drunk. There was no way that was three gallons.
Since I hate confrontation and attention being called to me, I just paid it and figured I would call in the morning. When I tried the entire week after that to get in touch with a manager, no one called me back or forwarded me up the employment ladder to management. The charge never got reversed. If the bartender was willing to jip me, she is willing to take advantage of everyone. I wasn't even half as drunk as 90% of the people in this bar. You couldn't pay  me to return!
HAAAAAAY!!! (screams) DO YOU LIKE REALLY LOUD PLACES WITH A BUNCH OF RANDOM STUFF?!?!!!?
Then get your cute ass over to Uncle Fatty's.
We went since we were next door at the beer arcade. It was pretty dead when we entered and the cover band (I guess they have cover bands quite often) did a short sound check then left for an hour. They were way too loud for the venue and the Top 40 playlist music put on after was approaching Spinal Tap volume.
It got busier. Kinda crowded. A few girls awkwardly danced by themselves to the typical mix. We ordered beers and at one point I got a piña colada which was weak.
I mentioned it was random. It's supposed to be a luau theme with fake thatched roofs; yet had Christmas lights and neon, skee ball machines, tvs playing sports, rickety wood colonial style tables and stools, and a bunch of empty boxes of common domestic beers on the walls. My Barbie Beach cabana was more authentic looking.
Not only that but a $3 coat check for a Lakeview generic bar? And $5 photo booth?
Get out of here w that noise. And the noise in general.
Aloha and mahalo.
Ahhhh... Uncle Fatty's.... Why can I not stay sober in you??
So, my friend recently relocated down to Chicago which means I gotta head down and visit... and hit up the bars of course. Now, if there's one word that sums up what makes me want to go to a bar, it would be CHEAP.... Quantity always trounces quality in my book. So my friend mentions Uncle Fatty's because it has this $25 all-you-can drink premium drink special from 9pm-1am. What did I say to this offer? Hell Yeah!
So upon paying the entrance fee and stepping inside, I noticed it's a pretty big bar. There were like 3 or 4 different bars inside, all situated around the middle where there was a stage for the cover band that was playing that night. There's also a lot of tables with seating, but most have a RESERVED sign on it. Oh well, I'll stand anyway. The cup they give you is kind cheap. It's like a small plastic red cup. I mean I guess I understand why they wouldn't want to give you glass, but still. So I ordered a Corona right away. It's kind of annoying that I can't just have the beer in the bottle, because instead the bartender has to pour it out into the cup. They could just give me the bottle, it's not that big of a deal.
Anyway, the place got extremely busy. I scouted out a decent spot to watch the cover band. It was back by some reserved tables where a group of "cougars" were posted up. It figures that their large, and for lack of a better term... fat.... friend trips and falls on me. Yeah, awkward and it surprisingly hurt. She was a big girl. Well, to make a long story short, I had wayyyy too much beer and doing tequila pulls basically blacked me out. Woke up inside a Papa John's. Blacked out again. Woke up in my friend's apartment doing more pulls of vodka. Ended up in a fight and some crazy stuff.
All-in-all, it ain't a bad bar to get tanked at. Nice college crowd. Fun weekend spot in Chicago in my mind. If a place like this was in Milwaukee, I'd probably hit it up frequently as well.
Sugary sweet drinks, bros in striped button downs and drunk girls grinding on stage to a cover band....that's Uncle Fatty's for ya!
I've heard many negative things about this place and have avoided it for such reasons. I do have a confession to make: I've been here twice and....had fun! The fact that I didn't have to pay for drinks both times only added to that. :P
I did succumb to a fishbowl which was way too sugary for me, but hey, free alcohol is free alcohol.
Id give this place no stars if I could. Went for Halloween because they advertised a $200 prize. They never had the contest until several people complained at the end it didn't happen. It looked obvious the friends of the people at the bar were not going to win because there were several awesome costumes. Â They half assed set it up with no one left are closing and had the people working there yell and clap so they could give the prize to their friends. Â super shitty way to treat paying frequent customers.
Review Source:Came here for a Friend's birthday celebration over-all had a great time the place is nicely set-up and rather large, not much room for dancing since there seems to a large crowd that does come in. Â
hmm the bar.. the bar is a bit overwhelming and hard to really call for a drink but I found one bartendar who was awesome she mad some pretty good stiff drinks. They have a great drink special/wristband special 25 bucks from 9-1am unlimited premium drinks like Jameson! (can't say if there is a cover or not since I paid this at the door)..It's pretty Cheap for those young adults who like to drink on a budget, I will however say the atomsphere is a bit younger than I am normall used to and I feel as if I'm at a frat party and I think those days are kinda over for me!!..
I don't rememeber the band that was playing but they did a pretty good job mixing it up with alternative, hip-hop and today's hits.
I did win a free Party that offers me the same wristband special so I may just have to give this place another shot!
I used to go here often when I was younger, but as I have aged, my tolerance for annoying drunk 21 year olds has diminished. Â I used to like this place because of the tropical feel and finding parking in this area is fairly easy. Â The drinks are not very strong, but they are sweet and fruity.
I stopped coming here because the service stinks. Â The waitresses think they are superior to everyone and shouldn't have to actually serve you a drink... gasp! Â Once I said something to a female bartender about ignoring me and serving all the males that came up and she tried to cut me off for being "over served". Â I talked to the manager and he allowed me to stay but the girl said she refused to serve me for the remainder of the night since I was "rude" to her. Â I don't think I was rude... just stating the facts. Â I think it was very unprofessional for her to refuse to serve me be cause she had a personal vendetta. Â I have not gone back since then.
The only cool thing about this place is the tropical feel I experienced when I sat in there and noticed the shaggy palm thatch rooftop attached on top of the bars, the multicolored interiors and imitated palm trees. It's a place for people that doesn't care for dressing up and those that appreciates loud bands. I've made 2 trips there in the past and one of the nights was to support a friend's coworker, who was a rock singer performing with his band that night. He was jamming to songs that I was regrettably unfamiliar with but still managed to put on a happy face and waggled like they were playing Party Rock Anthem. Lol. As for the drinks, they're just as pricey as other bars on weekends, except they've a wider variety of mixed tropical drinks.
However, I was really upset that they mixed those drinks with excessive amount of sugar or syrup water just so they could save on their alcohol. We get what we pay for and I believe that for the price we pay, we definitely deserve better drinks. I'd recommend going somewhere else unless it's a Spring break and you're going to be stuck in Chicago all week. Then maybe this place wil be your alternative to tropical paradise.
I come here on thursdays for their dollar beers and well drinks. Five dollar cover.
This place is huge. There is a back area and you can play a bunch of different drinking games. There are five bars in total here so you should always be able to get service. Some drinks can only be made at the main bar though (fish bowls etc.). They also set up beer stations on thursdays so you don't even have to go to the bar.
There is a dance floor and a good amount of tables.
One thing I dislike is that they have cover bands play on thursdays and I'd much rather they just had the DJ spin all night. It's a little quieter and easier to dance to.
Also so far all the cover bands have been weird looking middle aged men (around 40) dressed ridiculously.
I don't normally hit up City bars, but I came here with a birthday group a few weeks ago. From what I read about this place on Yelp and other sites, I was expecting a jam-packed Brofest. Instead, it was busy but not overly so. Getting there a bit later than the rest of the group, my friends and I opted for the $35 package, which gave us until 1 AM for practically unlimited drinks (except some top-shelf items), so the mission became to make up our cost.
The bartenders were nice and talkative, and it is very conveniently located along the El. That said, for what I was drinking, it had to have been watered down. I actually started drinking beer to get buzzed instead of my mixed drinks I was having. It was also stupidly loud in there considering the place wasn't super-crowded. When the bands are playing is one thing, but between bands - and with over an hour break between like our night had - there's no reason to have the regular music so loud. You could hardly have a conversation. And this is coming from one of 4 in the group who have been at dozens of local rock shows over the years. Even the non-macro beers were kind of pricey - or would have been without the wristband. Lame.
I didn't mind the luau/tropical decor thing, and the "cover bands only" thing is unique, but I'm actually glad it wasn't busier, because it just would have been obnoxious. Unless it were for someone else's party again, I doubt I'd come back.
How to sum up Uncle Fatty's....hmmm....let's just go down the list.
1. Service: This is highly important to me when I go to any North Side bar, because a great deal of employees seem to have a douchebag gene in their DNA...not sure where, but I think it's tucked behind what ever decides eye color. Anywho, the bartenders here were just fine. No complaints on that front.
2. Drink quality: the amount of drinks I had would typically have me singing Duran Duran's Rio to a diner full of unsuspecting customers, and yet I left here pretty close to sober. So either my tolerance is off the charts, or they were kind of weak.
3. Clientele: I spied moussed hair and Affliction tee shirts. Nuff said.
4. Music: I don't have an issue with cover bands at all. My only thing is, as the night goes on and you reach that point where you're a wee bit sleepy, you need some energetic music to keep you going. And I just wasn't getting that from the band. They were fine when it was 10/11pm. But by midnight/1 am? I was zoning completely out.
I give this place 3 stars because I gave my lowest ratings to John Barleycorn and Big Shitty and I don't think it's quite fair to insinuate that Uncle Fatty's is at that level of hot mess. Would I come back? If I was with a party that had a good drink special again, yes.
I feel like I may instantly lose my Yelp cred for this...but yes, I am a fan of Uncle Fattys. And let me tell you why:
1. 1 gallon fish bowl drinks ($50)- There is no greater sense of camaraderie than when you are with 5 or 6 people drinking booze out of a giant fish bowl at the same time. It just seems to set the tone for an awesome night. And those drinks go down eassssyyy. Plus, i think you may save some cash by buying in bulk?
2. Photo booth ($5)- Who doesn't love squeezing in with 2 or 3 people and acting like you are in that Cobra Starship video?
3. Guaranteed dancing (Free!)- I freaking love to dance and this is definitely a dance friendly place. Â It's more of a "who cares let's dance" vibe as opposed to other places where people get too serious. It's like a sportsish bar with dancing. If you've ever been dance-raped here, it may have been by me.
4. Random saddle (Free!)- There is a random saddle in here that is surprisingly comfortable.
What can I say. Every time I've been here I've had a great time. Haters gonna hate.
Uncle Fatty's is dirty and weird, yet they have a coat check? This may be the only good thing about this place. Â There was a live band when I came, but all they played were covers. Â They weren't too bad, and by the time I was many drinks in, I was singing right along to "Bad Romance." Â That may be the only way to enjoy this place - get drunk, because everybody else is definitely drunk. Â Drinks aren't that cheap, unless you stick to bottles of Bud Light. Â
Pretty much everyone was up in the front dancing, so all the tables in the back were free. Â It's nice to actually have somewhere to sit. Â The tropical decor is pretty tacky, but that doesn't seem to deter people from coming here. Â Everyone here was pretty young, but the few older people stuck out. Â I'm talking like mid-30s, which was just weird since everyone else was probably 23 or younger.
The highlight of the night was when the bouncer got up on stage and sang a song with the band, which was hilarious. Â Was it funny because I was drunk? Or would I have laughed sober, too? I don't know, and I'll probably never find out.
This place is a weird dichotomy, with a kind of spring break-trashy section in front, and a clean, classic bar section in the back. I've been on both sides now, and found my experience in the latter much more enjoyable, despite the blaring sound system from the cover band I was seeing. More notably, the bathrooms are clean, earning them a whole star.
The bar service was strangely slow for whatever reason, probably due to only one bartender for the evening. With cover bands playing, you'd expect more people on staff. Also, an unadvertised $5 cover? Not cool, Uncle Fatty.
They have bingo and karaoke nights with drink specials, so this might be a decent spot to spend a boring night. Otherwise, the only reason to come would be to listen to some cover bands.
The bad thing about  writing a review sometimes is that you are kind of admitting to having gone to the place you're reviewing... but oh well, here we are...
I can pretty much sum up the reasons why someone would come here:
1) You are 22 or younger
2) You are looking to score with a (drunk) person 22 or younger
3) you love mediocre lite-rock cover bands
4) You like $1 beers and highballs on Thursday nights
Yeah, that's about it. For me, it was definitely number 4. I would say it'll be a while before I visit again, but I'd be open to it (and certainly if it's on a Thursday and I'm off on Friday).
Grad school for those who've recently finished their nightlife degrees at Barleycorn, Moe's Cantina, and other Wrigleyville institutions of higher groping. Â
Uncle Fatty's is a theme bar. Â Already a problem. Â The theme is some kind of never ending spring break, which I guess means you'll get gonorrhea if you're here for too long. Â
They have a pretty big layout, but it's perpetually jammed. Â Getting a drink, going to the bathroom, or moving anywhere is a giant pain in the ass. Â
One more item for your Uncle Fatty's primer: cover bands all the time. Â If you didn't catch all of them at 27 different festivals last summer, you can probably catch them at Uncle Fatty's. Â I think they're all kept in a big storage closet in back here and let out to play 80s and 90s tunes now and then. Â
I guess I missed Uncle Fatty's at its peak, though. Â It was really raging in late 2010 to the tune of a few dozen five-star reviews. Â Can't finish this review cuz I'm going there now! Â I've never had a bad time there, starting tonight!
Uncle Fatty's deserves one star because if you have half a brain at all, you'll feel like Einstein or Sartre compared to their usual demographic. So it's good for an ego-boost... But that's about it.
This place is for girls with Jersey Shore aspirations and boys with Hollister dreams. The dingy scent of sugary-sweet drinks mixed with beer slop on the floor is overpowered only when some guy or girl walks by who decided to pre-game by bathing in their drugstore fragrance of choice.
When we went there the bar was holding a flip-cup tournament. The top team was called "Just The Tip." Yes, seriously. They also had bags games going on.
Biggest thing ever: LADIES, watch your drinks at ALL times! I know more than one woman who has had something slipped into her beverage at this place. So travel here in groups. This place is practically a buffet of wasted women, and the creeps know it.
We went on a Friday night and a pair of promo girls were walking around with a tray of pink slushie shots as giveaways. Their approach was like this:
Girl #1: (holding the tray) Want to try a Pink Taco shot?
Girl #2: They're x-rated!
Girl #2's entire job was to follow around Girl #1 and add the punchline!
Thanks, but no thanks.
I was drawn here by the notion of year round bags and sand volleyball. It's a great concept, but somewhere something went terribly wrong. Every time I've been here, it's bombarded with barely 21 year old, obnoxious people acting a total fool. The live music can almost always be described as never-before-heard cover bands covering songs that only enhance the obnoxious nature of this atmosphere. Once a week it turns into a country bar.
The drink specials are good especially on Fridays. If you are in the mood to get bombed and not be embarrassed this is the place because you'll have lots of competition. So you probably won't even get noticed, but you might get a drink spilled on you.
My typical nighttime haunts somehow ended up all being gay nightclubs, so when my friends realized they weren't getting much action going out with me, they suggested we try a straight bar for once.
Thus, we ended up at Uncle Fatty's Rum Resort. Â I agreed to go solely because of the name of this place (I figured it'd either end up totally tacky and awful or totally tacky and awesome). Â I'm glad we went because it was the latter and I had a great time.
Basically if I could sum up Uncle Fatty's in 5 words it'd be: a lot of white people. Â They had a cover band which was great, but they sang a bunch of white people songs that EVERYONE knew the words to except for the 4 Asian girls standing by the bar (us). Â The one song I did know was "I'm Yours" and don't get me wrong I love Jason Mraz as much as any other middle income yuppie person, but this is just inappropriate for a nightclub. Â People loved it though.
Finally the cover band took a break and they played some typical Top 40 so although there was some flailing about by other patrons, my friends and I had a great time dancing. Â I probably also had so much fun because I realized early on I needed to be relatively intoxicated to deal with ... well, it all. (Good news though, I had 4 drinks that night for a total of $24 - yay wallet! Also good news - drinks were good and strong enough.)
So, between the Tiki hut atmosphere, the Top 40, the drinks, the fast moving bathroom lines, the abundance of dance floor and bar space, the 3 other minorities there that somehow were the only ones to interact with us (I use "interact" loosely... more like "made out with my friend"), the harmless and fun loving crowd, and the best hash browns I ever ate at Dunkin Donuts afterwards... it was a great night at Uncle Fatty's. Â A+ will patronize again.
Please do yourself a favor and don't give these thieves your money.
I spent a night here last week with my girlfriend for a friend's birthday party. Â She bought a few drinks, from the bar, for an even total of $30. Â She was then charged a seemingly random tax on her tab of exactly 10%, to which I thought was fishy, and then she proceeded to leave the bartender an admittedly lousy tip. Â I was at her side (sober) for the entire exchange, I told her to keep her credit card receipt for her records.
A week and a half later she gets her credit statement, and the charge on her card is some $10+ higher than the one we recorded on the receipt.
She promptly called the bar about the inconsistency, and employee on the telephone immediately read the aloud tip correctly, THEN remarked the receipt was "hard to read" (so - the tip AND the total both magically read $10 higher than they actually were? Â When does $2 look like $12? Â And $35 like $45?), and then when asked about the tax (as she has used her credit card there before, and not been charged tax), they responded, verbatim, with "sometimes we charge tax on drinks."
They "sometimes" charge tax?
I just about lost it here. Â They agreed to refund the difference; I felt my girlfriend let them off too easy and they should have refunded the entire thing. Â Let me say this: if you choose to spend your money here, either use CASH ONLY, or CHECK YOUR RECEIPT when you get your statement.
Enter at your own risk. Â You have been warned.
Why am I still up at 1:30am on a Monday? Â Voluntary insomnia! Â Which means more Yelp reviews for you guys and gals ...
This 2 star resort (get it? I crack me up) has a fine beach at the entrance, and a spacious back room if you want to escape the loud kids. Â The days when Wedding Banned plays, it's 3 stars (because who doesn't love Wedding Banned), but otherwise, you're in for reliving college.
From the female side, you get something like:
Girl 1: Let's do shots!
Girl 2: Wooooo
Girl 1: What kind of shot do you want?
Girl 2: I don't know ... what has the least calories I'm watching my weight
Girl 1: I don't even have enough money in my wallet for them, oh well
And from the male side, you get something like:
Guy 1: Bro, check out those chicks in the bar
Guy 2: Yea dude, one of them is super skinny
Guy 1: I know man, let's try to hit that tonight. Â How about we buy them some
Guy 1 and 2 in unison: SHOTS!
I'll let you determine the winner.
P.S. I should write musicals, but only at 1:30am.
This is a rum resort? Wtf is that? Does anyone know what that is supposed to mean? I would have to say that if anyone did know, nobody seemed to care at Uncle Fattys. Â Been here at least 3 times, and good lord, this is like a flashback to my 21st birthday over and over again. Â Drunk girls and boys are abundant here so watch out because 'no I'm not interested' means 'yes, please buy me a drink and talk to me all night' Kill me now.
So why 3 stars? The people watching of course! This is the best place to make fun of everyone, even yourself. Â Saw so many funny things this night. Guys hitting on girls and it being an epic fail. Â A girl virtually grinding some guy at the bar with her sexy moves that made her fall twice. ha! People screaming shots, shots, shots and hearing other people make fun of the fine folks at Uncle Fattys.
Ugh. This place is the embodiment of everything I hate about the LP area.
I've ventured there twice...and by venture, I mean walk across the street. (I used to live in the loft apts right there. So one would think it'd be great to have such a popular bar outside your door.)
Both occasions were an extreme disappointment. After strolling over there late one night with the boy, deciding it was definitely not our scene and subsequently leaving 30 mins later, we thought, hey, maybe it's just a fluke. We always watched kids flock in an out of there on the weekends, so Fatty's must have somethin' going for them, right? Â But when we made the mistake of going there a second time with a large group of friends--and mind you, our gang was pretty tanked before we even entered the bar--we quickly realized that this place was just a waste of a buzz. Very lame. Very...well, almost juvenile.
Too crowded, douchebag, fratastic-type men left and right, and pricey drinks that took forever to get. Top it off with fake grass and bad music, and you've got a one star Eek! Methinks not! rating.
I was dragged here by friends who didn't want to go far away from where the girl lived. True Story. So I hauled my ass all the way up here from Wicker Park to come to this bar. By the time we got here, I had already chugged a 40 and everyone else I was with was way deep in the booze, so we were ready to go.
We had some drink special for somebody's party who I didn't know and who wasn't even there by the time I got there. Eh. So we got our wristbands and our plastic cups and went to the first bar we came across. Service felt quick, it could have been super slow but who knows. There was a band playing 80s tunes, or maybe I just wished there were 80s tunes. Who can say. We shortly left that bar for the back bar, which I found more comfortable.
We kicked some super wasted girls off of their tables and created a long one for our party. maybe we played flip cup. maybe we didn't. I went up to get my own drinks because they were being iffy about giving out drinks without the actual person being there, and I was kind of ignored by the bar tenders, probably because they noticed me with a bunch of guys. It was weird, as I was standing at the bar with tip money in hand to give out. But whatever, I probably didn't need drinks that speedily.
I guess I'll go back. I don't know. It's not somewhere I'd want to go all the time at all.
If you want an oversized blue fruit drink that contains more water and water in ice form than the bar contains ex-fraternity guys, then you should go to Uncle Fatty's.
If  you want bad cover bands playing Jimmy Buffett or Incubus, then go to Uncle Fatty's.
If you want to pay $5.00 for a drink that would cost you $4.00 at Durkins 1/4 mile up the road, then go to Uncle Fatty's.
If you have no standards on where you spend your evening and you care not for your self, while simultaneously enjoy wearing button-up hawaiian themed shirts and mingling with 30 year olds who have not evolved since their stay at insert-university-here, then go to Uncle Fatty's.
I have been here 3 times and can honestly say this is the worst bar I have been to in Chicago, much less Lakeview/Lincoln Park.
This is not the type of place that you want to admit going to, but I do go there and I am admitting it. Judge me if you must. You see, I know some guys in a band and they play here regularly and that is the ONLY reason I ever set foot into Uncle Fatty's.
This bar is crawling with WOO girls and frat boys. Â WOO!! Â The thing about this bar is that I always seem to have plenty to drink. I don't remember if it's because of the dumb 20-year old boys buying or because of the staff, but I am always clutching a cold one (or two!) Occasionally I am able to find another 30-something who is willing to laugh at all the WOO girls and boys with me.
The "cabanas" in the back of the bar are nice for sitting and people watching, but they always seem to be "reserved." The waitress on Saturday nights busts her arse to get drinks to everyone. I appreciate that because 15 years ago, I was her.
It is embarrassing to admit it, but I have never had a bad time at Uncle Fatty's.
Okay, so, I'm not usually a person to go to a place named Uncle ____ or ____ Fatty, so this was a bit of a stretch. Â I went since one of my friends was having a bday bash here so I figured why not. Â Though, I mentally prepared myself for the following, as to set my level of expectations accordingly:
1. D-bags (both genders)
2. Orange Tans
3. Frat-tastic Guys
4. FMB's (f-me boots, for those of you who aren't hip with the lingo)
5. Girls wearing shirts that should be on babies
Lo and behold, items 1-5 were bountifully abundant. Â My group of friends seemed to stand out as we were:
1. not Dbags
2. very pale
3. not frat-tastic
4. lacking FMBs
5. most everyone's clothing fit
Getting past my lists, the music the DJ was spinning was actually pretty good. Â The live band-o-the-evening was PEN 15. Â Everyone at once, hahahah PENIS. Â sigh. Â
One word of caution, and I'm not sure if it was the patrons or our cabana's vicinity to the bathroom... it seemed like either the frat party was full of gas, or the bathrooms had an air vent that was sharing the poo smell with the rest of the bar. Â I really don't expect anything less from Uncle Fatty, maybe he should hand out some beano. Â
Regardless, I had fun with my friends, and would maybe come back if I wanted a casual night where I could peoplewatch and judge everyone around me. Â Oh wait, that's every night.
Not so sure if I know how I feel about this place yet. I have shown up twice and did not stay very long on both occasions. No reflection on the place, but it was just two silly situations.
The first time I ventured here, I was with a group that included someone who had puked on herself and the night was partially done at that point. While I was there for 25 mins, I did enjoy it somewhat. There was a band playing some pretty hard rock that night and had the crowd into it. I remember the beer not being too expensive.
The second time I breezed in to coddle a friend who had just been let go by her boyfriend. I was on my way home in a taxi, when she sent me a text telling me of the unfortunate events. I redirected the taxi to Uncle Fatty's and listened to her for an hour, until we decided to leave. A band was playing again and all I saw were the college boys and girls. Seems to have a tropical feel to it. I imagine this to be a real happening place in the summer
I would not mind coming again to give the place my full attention. It's a pretty nice space and hopefully it will show me something the next time I drop in.
Well lets see, If I could give a place stars in a negative amount, this might be it....I went there last night in an attempt  to get drunk, but the service was pretty terrible, so I barely left with a buzz...it was jam packed in there with ugly Christmas sweaters (for a party I assume) and a really tiny, annoying guy named Dave. (Santa, is that your little helper?)  He told me he's there all the time so he may be the reason I don't venture to this place ever again. Â
Anywho, $4 for bud/miller is not cool, especially when it's warm! Â What the hell Uncle Fatty? Â It's 1000 degrees in here and small Dave is trying to grind up on me to the latest Rihanna song, while I'm mid conversation with my friend, the least you can do is give me a beer that isn't piping hot. Â Needless to say my friends and I dipped out of there shortly after a few over priced brews. Â I don't think any of us would be sad if we never went there again.
Like others, I fully expected to hate this place. Â The Lincoln Park/Depaul bar scene is so not my preferred hangout location. Â That being said, I was dragged here by my friends because a friend of a friend's band was playing. Â I was very pleasantly surprised. Â The crowd was actually pretty diverse in terms of age - definitely not all college kids, despite the presence of a bags court (do they call those things courts? Â I don't even know...) Â The patrons were all over the map in terms of dress - from jeans and a t-shirt to a sequined thing that I swear was supposed to be a shirt but the girl was wearing it as a dress.
Staff was really nice, which was totally unexpected. Â We had a reserved table and our waitress came around pretty frequently to ask if we needed anything. Â I also watched several staff members obligingly take group pictures of girls making myspace-esque kissy faces in the sand area. Â They must the patience of saints to put up with huge throngs of shrieking, wasted out of their minds early 20 somethings stumbling about the bar.
Drink prices were standard and (though I'm biased) the band was good. Â I shocked myself by having a really great time. Â The crowd was fun but not aggressive and I was able to sing along with the band and dance without people looking at me like I was an idiot. Â I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'd willingly go back.
For all intents and purposes, I should hate this place. Â I mean, come on - Uncle Fatty's? Â Really? Â Did they pay Adam Sandler a consulting fee to name this joint? Â
And the concept should, in theory, be a disaster. Â And it kind of is. Â Yet somehow, it's a beautiful disaster. Â Cornhole IN the bar should not work. Â It definitely should not work in conjunction with beer pong, flip cup, and a sand bar. Â Somehow it does. Â I should have hated all the little d-bags in this hole, but I somehow had little to no urge to punch anyone in the neck.
I can't really explain Uncle Fatty's Rum Resort, I just know I'll be back to play some cornhole and drink $1 bud light cans on some random Thursday. Â And I won't even be that embarrassed by it.
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