I was recently reminded that in order to have a blog page I have to blog. Well fine here's a blog about Hamilton's Pub located at 6314 N. Broadway just on the Southwest fringe of Loyola-Chicago. Don't get me wrong 
Hamilton's or Hammie's is a total and complete Hell Hole. The taps are your usual frat house selections of Bud, Bud light, MGD, and Lite. If you go there at peak time, Thurday-Saturday it'll be mobbed with 19 year old Mertz Hall residents. I had a roommate at one time who manned the door at Hammies "Hell 80% of our clientele is underaged." I had friends who lived there from Thursday to Saturday, "Dude, I drank 39 beers last night."
Sunday's during the football season was my time to hang at Hammies. You see Sunday's at Hammies was half price day, my roommate and I (not the bouncer) would go there and drink and eat all day for 30 bucks each, good times. Sunday would usually begin around 10:30, get up and shake off the hangover from the Oasis, drink a shot of espresso (used to be a coffee snob) and eat the remainder of the burrito still sitting on the coffee table from the night before. The goal was to get to Hammies by 11 when they opened. There was a coveted table right in front of the big screen tv that sometimes we would get and other times some locals would get.
Like I said Sunday's were half priced: beer pitchers $2, pizza $5, wings $3. We start out with a pitcher of beer didn't really matter which one (I still believe that those tap lines hadn't been cleaned out since they opened in 1933, so beer was beer). After a beer we would order the pizza, I think you had two options sausage or pepperoni, we got the pepperoni. The pizza was on a cracker-like crust and greasy as a mechanics arm on a hot day. It was the perfect thing for a hangover. After about an hour it would be wing time. A dozen wings for 3 bucks can't beat that. And the wings?? I've had a lot of different wings in my life and I have to say Hammies have the BEST wings in Chicago. Believe it or not.
Around 2 we would be joined by others. I guess we were the guy's who got the table for the others. After about six hours of football watching, eating, and drinking, we would go home too drunk to work on that research paper on the Roman Latifundia due the following day.
