One-and-a-third centuries of Bridgeport drinking now complete |
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LET’S BE honest. There were elements of that place near 37th and
Halsted streets that weren’t exactly the most welcoming aspects of Chicago. It
wouldn’t shock me if a great number of Chicagoans had never been there and
probably wouldn’t have given much thought to setting foot in a place that
viewed itself principally as existing to serve the people of Bridgeport.
The
pea soup, meatloaf and Prime Rib on weekends? I never experienced them.
Personally,
I only visited the place once. It was back in 1999 and several of my work
colleagues and I wound up going together to a ballgame – at then-New Comiskey
Park to see the White Sox take on the visiting Chicago Cubs.
It’s
actually the only time I ever have gone to see a Sox/Cubs game (too many
knuckleheads feel compelled to show up, which is why I usually catch those
games on television or by reading a box score). Afterward, the batch of us
decided to try to hit an area bar for a quick drink.
WHICH
IS HOW we wound up walking over from Shields Avenue to Halsted Street and spent
a bit of time at Schaller’s Pump. Bridgeport ain’t like Wrigley Field with the
Cubby Bear Lounge located across the street,
The
place was (I recall) in a good mood, largely because the White Sox that
particular night had come from behind to beat the Cubs.
Our
group took up a separate table and was pretty much watched quietly by people
who wondered if we’d cause trouble because it was pretty obvious we weren’t
Bridgeport native.
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I
do recall one guy asking me “what the story was” about our group, which had
several younger obviously-suburban women and also some of the non-white types
that a certain element of Bridgeport had long feared coming into their
neighborhood.
WHEN
TOLD THAT we were a batch of people who worked together, he kind of sighed,
rolled his eyes then focused his attention back to his beer.
Like
I already said, it helped that the White Sox won, so people were in a good
mood. If the Cubs had won, maybe his reaction would have been more harsh.
But
people were happy, particularly when the one colleague of mine who had worn a
Cubs jersey into Schaller’s Pump was immediately told upon entrance to take it
off (he did, and the bar’s staff kept it behind the counter; returning it upon
his departure).
There
also was the semi-humorous moment; when the bar’s patrons – upon seeing a
televised recap of how the Sox beat the Cubs that night wound up bursting out
in song. Giving us a genuine take on “South Side Irish,” which one of my work
colleagues mocked by referring to it as the “Band Aid jingle.”
A
GOOD THING that the Schaller’s crowd didn’t hear that wisecrack. It might have
been contemplated as “fightin’ words.”
But
no, there wasn’t a fight. In fact, we had our drink there, then moved on. Which
probably kept the night from escalating into an incident.
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We
of South Chicago and the East Side (and the 10th Ward in general)
think of Bridgeport as being “way up North,” which is a thought that I’m sure
would grossly offend the 11th Ward locals who now won’t have
Schaller’s to hang out at to console themselves.
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