Since I'm a creature of habit, I thought I'd start by introducing you to the place where I was first called a barfly: if Printer's Row has a Cheers, then Kasey's Tavern would definitely be it.

The sign outside says "established 1974," but the old guys tell me that Bill White, the ex-cop-cum bar-owner, bought the place in the early eighties. The neighborhood, they tell me, was a wreck in those days, and Kasey's fit right in. dirty sidewalks, lw-rent apartments. This place was perfecct,t hey tell me, for the sorts of street-stumbling drunks and starving artists that walked around.

Of course now the artists have all done their job: prettified the neighborhood and have gone to greener pastures to graze. Kasey's has remained and, for their part, I wouldn't have it any otther way: I first came in here in 2003, when the bar was within stumbling distance of my apartment and, for that matter, had what seemed to me to be one of the best jukeboxes in the city. It's remained so, and luckily it's less lovely parts-- like the TINY men's room with a sink outside and the total lack of a pool table-- have come to be one of it's more endearing qualities.

They run daily and monthly specials, so make sure to ask around for them. Oh! And one last thing: unless you're getting their $4 long Island Iced teas (every Thursday, thankyouverymuch,) stick to their beer selection. it's one of the broadest and, for that matter, they have fatTire on tap.

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