I assure you that downtown Chicago contains many equally weenie-full bars. Or at least when I walked down Clark street (toward Wrigley) it was full of the d-e-s-p-e-r-a-te.
I'm aware of that. It's just in the time I've spent in the relative locales, Chicago bars have a greater chance of being coo' than places in Schaumburg. I suppose it depends on what you want when you go out, but if I wanted a bunch of white dudes talking about UFC like they made it up, I'd go hang out at a boxing gym. As it is, Fox & Hound is a chain of bars by losers for losers, and it vexes me to enter them.
I had a nice time, mind you. Lisa's friends are nice people. But wading through the pheromone sea of barely adult lust did nothing to improve my mood.
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Lisa and I went to one of the apparent 500 Fox & Hounds in suburban Chicagoland. It was full of chodes and skanks. Bleh.
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I had a nice time, mind you. Lisa's friends are nice people. But wading through the pheromone sea of barely adult lust did nothing to improve my mood.
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