Monday nights. Frosted mugs. Beer for a buck. The diversified crowd—young hipsters in Logan Square, bikers, blue-collar Hispanic laborers, white-haired old-timers who’ve taken up residence—shares a single goal and makes a single community. One dollar. Glass of beer. Sometimes impenetrable rock ‘n’ roll blares from the jukebox; other times it’s simply the sound of the football game. Bring up the Bears, and the whole room’s in conversation. One dollar. See you next week.
