Wrigley Field

My wife and went into Grand Junction after a few days in the mountains. I am a diehard Cubs fan and have been my whole life. So, going to a bar named Wrigley Field in Colorado was a chance I couldn’t pass up. I loved the Cubs memorabilia on the walls. The service was great and the food was pretty tasty. The TV’s were HD, they had two great pool tables, and large bar seating. This was a nice little find.

I enjoyed the bar, very spacious and has pool, shuffleboard, darts, and a smoking patio but watch the waitress as she took upon herself to close my tab and tip herself what she wanted.

I wish I could rate service and food on 2 separate scales. Our food was fine. Worst service I’ve had in a long time. Whole ordeal took 2 hours. Met some friends for lunch on my lunch break… I work a couple blocks away and they were heading back to Chicago (where we are all from, hence why we wanted to go to a place called Wrigley Field and hopefully get a picture with the sign) The server didn’t even acknowledge our table for at least 25 minutes. Once we finally ordered, our food took forever. We contemplated walking over to Wendy’s and canceling our order before it finally came out.
As we sat in front of our long-​empty plates and un-​refilled glasses, we contemplated the cause of the delay. Hmmm… it is high noon and you have one server plus one bartender who is taking tables. Every table is full. Apparently management doesn’t anticipate that this is ‘lunchtime’ when making the schedule. Also we appeared to be the only people under the age of 80 in the whole joint. Perhaps, in our mid– thirties, we appeared to have escaped from the nursing home ourselves and therefore, were not in any hurry to get anyplace.
Getting our bill was the equivalent of wrestling a ribeye away from a hungry pit bull. Tried piling the plates at the edge of the table, putting our coats on as a hint, nothing. Server came by and asked if we wanted drink refills, we said no, I’m on my lunch break and have to get back to work, can we have our check please? 15 minutes later no check. I go to the bar with money in my hand and say ‘I really need to pay you so I can get back to work and my friends can hit the road.’ Blank look. ‘Are you paying for just you or for the table?’ she asks. ‘Ma’am, I’m about ready to pay for this whole bar if it will get me out of here faster!’ She tells me to go back to my table and wait for her. I only had a large bill or I would have just left money on the table and left. When she got out there I handed her said large bill (same one I had in my hand that I tried to pay at the bar with) and she said she didn’t have change and would have to be back. So irritated and late for work I was about to scream I told her to keep the change then, which would have fed 10 starving Ethiopian kids for a week.
Needless to say, we didn’t get our picture with the Wrigley Field sign… probably a good thing as it is an experience I’d rather forget! And also… for a place called Wrigley Field, it would be more welcoming to Cubs fans to actually have Chicago memorabilia up instead of looking like Broncos incorporated threw up all over the walls… I understand catering to the locals but they can see Denver crap anywhere out here, so name it Mile High instead of you’re going to do that.

Strange the name of this place is Wrigley Field but no one at the bar could care less about the Cubs or Bears. I walked in with a Cubs hate and was expecting to discuss another terrible year but was overwhelmed by Broncos fans. I am not surprised at the broncos but just lack of anything else.
If you are going to call yourself Wrigley Field then you would think there would be some italian beef or corned beef or something related to the city of Chi-​town. not the case at all. Just a Broncos bar.
The beers were set at a decent price — especially for fat tire.
TV’s were old and crummy. About a ¼ of the tvs you couldn’t see the score because of the poor offset.
Food was standard bar food. Nothing to rave about and the cost was a little on the high side.
Bartender was friendly and took care of us.
My buddy and I went here as we were traveling cross county. I would have selected otherwise but not a complete bust.

Old Chicago was packed, and my buddy and I wanted to watch game seven of the Lakers/​Nuggets series, so he suggested Wrigley Field. Big mistake. The TVs near the bar looked terrible, so I went to look for a better one. It turns out they’re all bad. No HD here. Anyway, we asked for menus, the bartender gave them to us we and ordered some food. She looked at the clock, it was 10:04, and said sorry, the kitchen’s closed. Huh? I asked if she could ask the cook if he would take another order. «Sorry hun, kitchen’s closed.»
Then she proceeded to take all of her dirty glasses from a slow evening and line them up in right in front of us on the bar. DISGUSTING! We left and watched the fourth quarter at the Ale House. I will never go back. The only plus is that she comped my DD drinks. This place is still gross. Really gross.
Finally, I’m no fashion critic, but the unattractive bartender, who was pushing fifty and not exactly svelte, was wearing a spangled denim mini skirt and zebra striped knee socks! Only in GJ.

Nothing to complain about with regards to the food. Its on the fried/​greasy side, but that’s what makes it taste good.
They have a couple of pool tables and free table shuffle board. I have been a hand full of times. Its your typical bar scene, but a step up. I don’t drink, but I can see this place being very inviting to a drinker.

Looks like somebody has a cubs fetish! It’s kind of a Western Colorado meets Chicago theme with all kinds of Chicago sporting pictures nailed over shellac-​ed barn wood. At 44 years old I was easily the youngest patron by a mere ¼ century! Now for the food. My 10:30 AM. lunch consisted of chicken fried steak with mashed potatoes and corn covered in white gravy. I know it sounds terrible and unhealthy but it was surprisingly good, but still unhealthy! I don’t know if people take a cab here or what because they have no parking, we parked next door at a seedy motel and walked.