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Cramped, long room full of veteran beer-drinkers and literally every slice of Chicago bar-goer from tattooed rockers to off-duty stock traders. And that decommissioned traincar in back? They actually serve food in there. Go for the mixed drinks — cosmos, sidecars, martinis, pink flamingos, whatever — because they’re done so remarkably well that you’ll suddenly remember that drinks are mixed for a reason: because they taste good and they look cool.