I've celebrated the Cubs winning the World Series here. I've drunk moonshine out of a bag with a group of veterans here. I’ve played the scratch-off lottery tickets here -- and won tens of dollars! Hell, I've even brought my in-laws here. Most importantly, I’ve never had a bad time at Rite Liquors, a decades-old Wicker Park institution filled with the most wonderfully random assortment of humankind ever assembled: doctors, lawyers, hustlers, hipsters, yuppies, criminals on parole, criminals yet to be caught, awkward Tinder daters, construction workers, and everyone in between.
Rite’s most famous attribute is its status as a leading Chicago “slashie,” a combination bar and liquor store where you can down a pint and a shot of Jameson one minute, then walk out with a six-pack of Busch Light or a bottle of Bordeaux the next. They exist in other cities, sure, but for a lot of Chicagoans, they’re as integral to the local fabric as deep dish, sloppy Italian beef sandwiches, and jailed politicians doing shots of Malort.