I went to this place last Friday at midnight with four friends - three girls, one guy. The doorman - bald with a goatee - promptly lets in the girls, then asks to see my ID (I'm 24 years old but look young). He smirks and says, ""You look like you've had enough."" I had literally three beers in my system (which I had earlier, at my friend's apartment) and was just standing there, like normal. ""I'm sorry?"" I said. He said, ""You and your friend, you're cut off, you've had enough. Try again tomorrow night."" Then he starts letting in the people behind us. My friend and I are standing there, mouths open. It was midnight, we had three beers in our systems, and we were not being let into the club because he said we were ""out of control drunk."" I say, ""I don't understand. We've only had a couple beers."" He calls security and my friends and I are ""escorted"" out, because, you know, we were causing such a ruckus, standing there quietly asking in unslurred words how we were ""too drunk"" to get in. The kicker is that there was a ton of obnoxious fratboys and sl-tty girls in line who had no problem getting in. This is one of the most absurd things that has ever happened to me.\r
In short, f-ck this bar, and f-ck their douschebag doormen. Just because you've failed at life, and have a pointless, low-paying job, does not give you the right to take out your angst on random people trying to have a good time. There are so many better, bullshit-free bars and clubs in Chicago. Check them out. F-ck this place.