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Being the first visible bar upon exiting Wrigley Field ensures that, on game days, this bar is overflowing with human monsters who have just spent the better part of three hours eating hot dogs, drinking Old Style, and watching the Cubs lose, or at best, sort of win. Coupling misplaced athletic anger with overpriced light beers is a recipe for regurgitation, shoving matches, and screaming.

(Source: complex.com)