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Description: Nobody would make a worse leader than Nero… right?

Description: How ridiculous: nobody would vote for an unstable, paranoid psychopath, right?

Description: Hey, it could hardly be worse than what we’re currently looking at. Free bananas for all!

Description: He would snarl. He would chase opponents into the stands. Every tackle was a potential career-ending play. Bear down!

Description: This is not the kind of place to make bad pirate jokes. Or even good ones. And don’t sit there - that’s Greenbeard’s favorite bar stool.

Description: The atmosphere outside is extremely toxic. The people inside are extremely intoxicated. Weclome to Cloud Nine Bar & Nightclub.

Description: Pretty fancy for a Rebel joint. Don’t order the lobster… you don’t wanna know how far it traveled to get here.

Description: Yeah, the food is sketchy, the bathroom could stand to be exorcised, and most of the staff have probably been marooned here by one of the more evil pirate captains flying today. But the Boozarama has the biggest selection of alcoholic beverages in the galaxy… yes, they’ll even serve you Jeppson’s Malort… for a price.

Description: It’s a nasty, cold, dusty world out there. Come in and raise your spirits with a burger and a beer! And make sure the door shuts behind you.

Description: Freshly-pressed alfalfa juice (and other refreshing drinks) served in eco-friendly earthenware mugs!

Description: Go on, relax and have a drink - the worms can’t get you here!

Description: Slow down! Put your troubles on hold for a few hours and quench your thirst at the Aerobrake.

Description: Not someplace you’d want to bring the kids.

Description: The most heavily-shielded bar in the galaxy.

Description: Fish out of water

Description: It’s a fish banner

Description: Kelly's On The Green, Chicago

Description: Orcs and beer - never a good combination.

Description: Hey hey and Holy Cow! The Cubbies can’t win every game. We all know you Cards and Sox fans have your blue “L” flags to wave when the Cubs lose… now you can have a shirt, too. Not a Cubs hater? Maybe you’re just a punk Cubs fan. Maybe you just like being awkward. Maybe you’re calling the whole world a LOSER! OR, maybe it stands for the L… that’s why it comes in all the CTA rail line colors, too. Go on, fly your loser flag!

Description: Amateur darts. Professional drinking.

Description: Brrr! While the 3-6ers are struggling into their snowpants, quirrels and pigeons commandeer the playground to look for brunch.

Description: Because nobody needs ketchup on hot dogs. Free your taste buds.

Description: What you ask for when you want everything on it.

Description: The toppings of perfection.

Description: Just takin' the family out to watch some fancydancing...

Description: Originally, of course, there were NO people here in the Americas. But to those stamping their little feet about foreigners on their home turf... yeah, take a look in the mirror. Whose land IS this, anyway? We're ALL immigrants, essentially.

Description: An early wave of illegal immigration hits the American shores...

Description: The presents have been delivered. The reindeer are back in the stable. Nick opens up the bar for all the elves for a North Pole New Year's Eve party.

Description: Because cacti need love, too.

Description: It's not a drill.

Description: After closing time, the bar's eclectic artwork comes to life and jumps off the walls, for a wee-hours party. Secrestat and the Green Devil man the bar, pouring Malört for Melonhead, Duck Man and Ernie Banks.

Description: The local critters crawl into Mosca's Tap for Friday evening socializing and libations.

Description: It's summertime on Taylor Street. 92 in the shade. Head for your favorite cooling station: the local Italian ice stand.

Description: The Orange Garden, Chicago's oldest Chinese restaurant. Here are some snappily-dressed canine characters out for a night on the town.

Description: Old school, with a new look. Red and blue, as it was in the beginning.

Description: NNM, 1010 W. Chicago Avenue, in the Olden Days. Or, if you prefer, St. John Cantius School.