The conditions were perfect for me to really love this place. I was out for my birthday on St. Patty’s day and thought I would meet up with some friends here. Turned out to be a big mistake. The thing is, the bar itself seemed like a pretty decent place. The bar tenders were amicable and knew what they were doing. The beer was cold and refreshing. So, you ask, why was it such a big mistake to go here? Well, for a person with 5 working senses, I was victimized by an assault on each and every one. My ears rang as the flautist played directly into the mic. Fart was so thick in the air that I could taste it. I was fondled innumerable times by middle aged men passing through the crowd. And the kind of mouth kissing going on was disturbing even for the likes of Snooki. I’m an Irish guy. Been to Ireland many times. I enjoy the music and dance and beer. But this pub on this night was like getting massaged by a firm handed man while wearing headphones of air raid sirens sounding while watching mature porn and drinking a beer that said masseuse farted in. Not for me, thanks.
John W.
Classificação do local: 3 Chicago, IL
Wow, I can’t believe I’m not the first to review this place. In a sea of Okocim signs and Polish bars on the NW Side, this place stands out. I would call it a true Irish bar… In other words, not a place with a Miller Lite shamrock in the window and a bunch of douche bags who happen to have an Irish great grand parent but in that guys with thick Irish accents and work boots huddle around the bar and the bartender, who I assume is also the owner as she has been there for a while is also from Ireland. They also server Kilkenny on tap, which is rare, as well as Smithwicks and Guinness. It’s been a while since I have had their Guinness so I shouldn’t comment on that but I am sure it’s good if I remember correctly. Inside is kind of a dive bar as you may expect with a juke box and 2 dart boards and no pool table. I have only been here on the weekdays so can’t comment as to how crowded and rowdy in may get on the weekends. They don’t serve food other than bags of chips but, if you go there during a Hawks playoff game, they pass out free drinks every time the Hawks score a goal. I think that is going to start to get expensive as I think I only paid for one drink all night last night.
Sarah J.
Classificação do local: 5 IL, IL
ok… If there was a way to have this review stay at the top of my list I would do it. For several reasons… so get comfortable. First of all, I would call myself an expert on the«experience» that is the Thatch. Reason being, I am found there ATLEAST once a week if not more. My boyfriend and his father can be found there all but maybe one or two nights a week — okay I am exaggerating but seriously they go there quite a bit. This place is the quintessential northwest side dive bar set up for hardworking men to go for a release after a hard days work, you must be in the mood for it and if you frequent places like the Funky Buddha lounge or Excalibur — nothing against these places — you probably will be disappointed. Nearly everyone there is an Irish immigrant and if you yourself don’t posses an «Irish card», brogue, or demeanor you best show up with someone who does. The bartenders are the greatest set of ladies you could ask for. They will treat you like your sister or brother until you make an a$$ of yourself and then they won’t take any poo from anyone. Most Friday, Saturday, and Sunday nights they have either live Irish music or a DJ that combines both Irish traditional and new as well as some pop hits for the younger crowd. Large projection size screen and a plasma for sporting events and for me an occasional episode of Grey’s Anatomy with the bartender Rosie(Imagine us trying to get a room full of middle aged Irish immigrants to be quiet while we tear up watching McDreamy and Meredith in their latest clash). If you are there during the summer there will be quite a few young Irish here for the summer on their J-1 working visa and they are always ready for some good old Yankee fun. Otherwise you will find me, my boyfriend and a scattering of 20 – 70 year old Irish men. I’ve been there on nights where you can’t move and also a random Tuesday night with me and one other person until 2am. They won’t close if there are people there, not matter how few… how great is that! the biggest and best secret I can give to the ladies — If you have an appetite for cute, young single Irish boys head the the Thatch, the odds are with you! This will bring back memories for anyone who has gone to Ireland and visited a «real» Irish pub. The minute you step through the door you’ll swear you just had to show your passport and that the view out the window will be rolling rural hills of Ireland and not Milwaukee avenue. A guaranteed GREAT time!
