An uncivilized Wrigleyville bar crawl

If you go to Beer during the week, you might be surprised at what a calm place it is for a cheap Budweiser, Miller Lite or 312 on draft. But on the weekend, all bets are off. You're better off getting a cheap bottled beer to minimize the risk of losing your beer when the crowds get too big. 

Neon lights point the way to this self-touted Home of the Killer Margarita, where, to the scantily clad singles who pack the place, the average Mexican fare serves as little more than stomach coating for a pitcher of ritas. Nine flavors are on offer, from the standard lime and strawberry to the harder-to-find guava, tamarindo and blue curacao.

Kitty-corner from Wrigley Field, in the tackiest, traffic-choked corner of the Northside, the once-legendary punk club has been reduced to cover bands and washed-up nostalgia acts jamming for cologne-soaked bros with backwards baseball caps and girls up for belly shots.

The people behind John Barleycorn are also behind this enormous Lakeview spot, which specializes in Mexican “tapas.” Expect lots of meat on skewers, small fish dishes and snacks like tacos. Don’t worry if the place is packed—you’re bound to get in before the 2am closing time.

What can lure sports fans away from a sidewalk patio that’s spitting distance from Wrigley and offers a front-row view of scantily clad passersby? A bajillion TVs playing every televised game, a batting cage, Pop-A-Shot, mini bowling and more wings than even “The Fridge” Perry can handle.