Well, that certainly is an impressive pissoir, my dear A, but, truly, one must travel to The Mutiny, in BuckLoTowgan Square, to see an even grander one, methinks. In fact, this humble tavern and music venue even brags (or used to brag) in its advertisements that it is home to the oldest antique urinal still in use. And, I suppose, when the highlights of your establishment would otherwise be tuneless Karaoke sung by mental patients, watered-down 1/2 pitchers of beer, and music provided by such classy gents as The Fucking Scumbags (yes, a real band I once heard and saw there), the big brass urinal begins to stand out more and more. With the proximity to everyone's un-hip uncle's latest fave spot, Honey 1, though, The Mutiny is worth at least a visit (if only to pee). Incidentally, The Mutiny was the site of my band's first-ever Chicago gig, October of 2001. We passed the hat, someone spit in it, and we were told what a good show we put on and what a good night it was as we were (literally) being pushed out of the back doors by Ed, the owner. A scum-hole, but a lovable one at that.
-- Long John Rabbi
The Mutiny
2428 N Western Ave