Part sports bar, part lodge and part island getaway, this spot seems to have eschewed taking a stance on its identity. Its big screen TVs, framed jerseys, dartboards and cartoon paintings of athletes immediately make you think you've stumbled into yet another home-away-from-home for Chicago sports enthusiasts, but then you head to the back area and a moose's head stares you down. The back patio, with its tropical mural depicting palm trees and a jaguar resting in a tree, transports you to a tourist-filled island with its tropical mural depicting palm trees and a jaguar resting in a tree.

This schizophrenic personality attracts a truly eclectic group. Rowdy sports fans mingle with tired ladies drinking pink cocktails, while chatty young hipster couples down the $3 beer-of-the-month and play chess. Whoever has a dollar to toss into the jukebox picks the music. While I was there, a man wearing a White Sox T-shirt kept putting on "oldies but goodies" and pointing to the cute bartender, telling her he was going to ed-u-cate her.

The bartender begged me not to tell anyone about the slight bar food menu, as she has to cook all dishes herself. With minimal options (french fries, hot dogs and burgers) the food is best devoured after a few drinks.

Centerstage Reviewer: Maude Standish