Depot

I was just in here a few weeks ago for their W.B.B.C. (Womens Bonding, Bitching Club) It was fun! It was even better that Stacy wasn’t D’Jing !! He’s always the atmosphere killer! Can’t wait for the next W.B.B.C.!!

We stopped here on our way back to Chicago on our bikes… it was raining and we were hungry.
This place puts you in the mindset of cheers. When we walked in you could tell that everybody there knew each other and that everybody there knew we were not locals.
We played photohunt on the Megatron.
We were given a complimentary town newspaper which was hilarious… almost reminded you of the Onion, but this news was the real deal.
Special: $ 10 pizza and pitcher of beer.
Crappy beer selection, but beggars cannot be choosers.
Pizza was run of the mill frozen pizza.
After we were done, we said buy and jumped back on our bikes to continue our journey.

The Depot used to be called Mahoney’s Madhouse, and frankly it hasn’t really changed much with the name. But that’s a good thing!
It’s right across the street from the Round Lake metra station, and it’s about the size of a shoe box. The Depot is to Round Lake what Moe’s Tavern is to Springfield and Homer Simpson. Everyone is a regular, and everyone recognizes you. This can be good and bad, because along with regulars come feuds and factions. Either way, whenever you walk in you’ll get a dose of local color and guaranteed entertainment.
Not to put too fine a point on it, but this is the place to go to DRINK; you’ve had a rough week, your Ford Fairlane rusted off its cinder blocks, your last pack of Marlboros slipped from your pocket while you were emptying a septic tank, the wife threw away your last pair of fifteen-​year fruit of the looms, and the boy needs braces. What do you do? Order up shots of Malort for you and your guys at The Depot. Paulie and Cheryl will take care of you kindly.