Ravenswood is at the bar nice and early, because the kids are at their grandma’s for the weekend and she’s due for some much-needed “mommy time.” She needs this. Drink of choice: Bloody Mary.
River North goes to a CrossFit box three times a week, grills paleo meals on his balcony grill, and takes the skin off chicken. He’s handsome. More than one woman has introduced herself to him, but he’s been scoping out Logan Square all night, though he hasn’t had the cojones to talk to her. It wouldn’t work out, anyway. Drink of choice: vodka soda.
One look at Rogers Park, and you immediately think to yourself, “I bet this guy has seen a lot of shit.” He has. He sat down at the bar by himself, but 20 minutes later he has three other people around him, listening to a story about the time he smuggled a shipment of Levi’s jeans into East Berlin while driving a Fiat 126 that was outfitted with hidden compartments. Drink of choice: vodka martini, stirred (not shaken) and extra dirty.