Prime real estate has done little to overexpose this colloquial Irish pub on the Chicago River. While it does brisker business on summer days thanks to Navy Pierers and local hotel guests on a stroll, this tiny bar is plain, simple and primarily empty, kind of like your own personal pub. Only a block away from the mammoth AMC movie theater on Illinois Street, it's a perfect place for a before- or after-movie drink for those who prefer to avoid the crowds of P.J. Clarke's or Timothy O’Toole’s; just aim for the river and you'll find it. It's also a welcome alternative to its neighbor, Dick's Last Resort. Like any Irish pub worth its salt, there are no light beers on draft here. Heavier suds like Harp, Bass and Sam Adams flow from the taps, but you’d be wise to sip a Guinness–if you didn’t already know it, signs attesting to its goodness remind you from all angles. And, like a good Irish bar should, there’s a countdown to St. Patrick’s Day just above the fireplace.

If you sink into one of the homey couches near the crackling fire, you might be tempted to slip into a Guinness-induced snooze. Grab a seat on a pew-like bench or hardwood stools to keep on your toes and in the conversation. Overstuffed book shelves are pushed into the corner on the way to the bathroom, just in case your conversation runs dry. A dim glow, courtesy of stained glass lights and old street lamps, fills the bar when the sun sets. The menu is your standard pub fare with some Irish flair: The requisite corned beef sandwich and Irish stew make the menu of wraps, sandwiches and entrees look a little more special. Lizzie's is perfect for a low-key evening catching up with friends, but chances are you'll feel so at home you'll lose track of time (and beers) and end up stumbling out after last call.

Centerstage Reviewer: Lauren Ziel