Cole’s (Bar, Logan Square)

Location: 2338 N. Milwaukee Ave.
Phone: (773) 276-5802
Website: http://coleschicago.blogspot.com/2010/02/coles-chicago.html

Cole’s was by far the most relaxed establishment to house our crew that evening, and everyone took the opportunity to stretch out and do their own thing. It’d be a mistake to call this place a dive. Rather, its laissez-faire attitude and dark interior is quintessential Logan Square. This place is known for sporting local bands that fill the back room with no cover; but with no music this night outside the traditional jukebox, the lack of TV’s and food made for good conversation.

I chatted up some friendly locals at the bar while petting their dog, choosing North Coast’s Old Rasputin mostly because I’m a sucker for a Nitro Tap (often used with stouts as it creates more head). Their beer selection was small but quality, distinguishing themselves once more from the hipster proletariat snobs who think you’re a douche if you order a beer that costs more then three bucks. Speaking of which, here comes the bike messengers as they file in and watch Phil dance around the pool table like sharks eyeing a dolphin. I’m happy for the distraction as I can’t stop staring at the abortion painting on the wall. They must be true art lovers to put something so morbidly engaging front and center. I get the sense this place will fill up the later it gets, as if the vamps are waiting for the office schmucks to go to bed already. This is ironic as Cole’s gets quite lively on the weekends, a friendly watering hole one day and a jaunty music venue the next. As the more gentrified establishments keep creeping up Milwaukee Ave. I’m happy we paid a visit to a bar with Logan roots. Hang in there Cole’s.

This review first appeared in UPchicago Bar Crawl #2: Logan Square.


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David Frankel McLean

About David Frankel McLean

I’ve been thinking philosophically about Chicago since I was jaywalking the streets at the age of 10. I don’t root for both baseball teams and I don’t put Ketchup on my hot dogs. When someone says they’re a Chicagoan they are speaking of a heritage and a doctrine, not just a location. What that doctrine is I’m not entirely sure, it’s constantly changing with the growth of the city and I’ll spend my entire life trying to figure it out.

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