Duffy’s Place

If you like to smell urine, while drinking a skunky draft beer this is the place to go. If you need to use the washroom I would suggest to just pee in your pants and sit in your own urine…
When I first walked into Duffy’s Place I noticed a very funky smell. While waiting for the bartender to notice me, I took a look around at the ugliest mucus green color paint I have ever seen. It took the drunk bartender over five minutes to come over to me and take my beer order. I had to wait for her because she was to busy taking shots and giggling with her customers. After I had a few sips of my flat skunky draft beer I needed to use the restroom. When I opened up the door I finally figured out were the smell was coming from. I felt like I was stepping into hell. I don’t think they have ever cleaned the bathroom, ever. There was puddles of urine on the floor. I decided to pack up my stuff and leave.
In my opinion no one should ever step foot in this place unless your life hit rock bottom.

A terrible dive bar near Midway airport. One of the last bars I havn’t been to in this part of city and after visiting here I was really missing nothing. A small bar with a really unintelligent drunk local clientle. There is little room in this and I can’t imagine the number of fights that occured in this place from people bumping into each other. A foul smell along with stick counters and chairs make this place a no go zone.

Liars both of you. Reffering to previous Unilocalers.
There are not plenty of seats, and the ones there are, are claimed by the apparitions of Charles Buchowsky. What I mean is they appear to be Buchowsky yet have nothing to offer except their stink, foul disposition and an inability to sneeze without covering their mouth. I did not hear one chuckle unaccompanied by hacking in my 45 minute stay.
Not a total loss, the service was pleasant which to me was a miracle considering the belligerent attitudes from the clientelle.
There is a smell, the kind of smell when you are an alky you get used too. Maybe I am not a drunk because the thought of stepping into this dump again makes me squeamish.
There are plenty of bars in walking distance, yet only a few are as dilapidated as this one, but even with a fresh coat of paint, some dental work and new lighting, you couldn’t cover up the hopelessness.

Wow… i didnt know little old men went to bars