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Weather Mark Tavern | South Loop, Chicago
I was in no condition to go to a bar, much less hike the seemingly 112 miles from Monroe Harbor to the Weather Mark, but I was duped into it being closer than it seemed and when we finally arrived, it was worth it. Drinking all day does that to a person. Juli made the case to press on, and I believed her.
The Weather Mark tries very hard to be a sailing bar — everything is nautically themed and there’s even a damn boat hanging from the ceiling. I’m a sucker for this shit. Throw up some boat pics and serve dark and stormies and I’ll love your bar, but the Weather Mark is more than that. It’s freakish. It’s not Disney’s Aladdin ride; it’s Al-Qaida’s HQ. It’s so extremely themed its incomprehensible. It’s wonderful. It’s almost better than being on a boat. All it needs are a few wenches in bikinis.
When the snow starts to fall and I need a boating fix, I will return.