Zebra Lounge — Restaurant in Chicago

Arrived at this bar on a Saturday night after reading great reviews for the place. When people say this place is small, it’s an understatement. This bar is tiny. It’s microscopic even. There was no place to sit or stand where someone wasn’t rubbing against you or pushing you out of the way to get to the bar. There is also a GIANT COLUMN SMACK DAB IN THE CENTER OF THE TINY BAR. The columns take up most of the floor space in the bar so unless you’re able to get one of the few spots near the piano, all you’ll have to look at is yourself in a mirror since the giant column is also weirdly covered in mirrors. As for the music - the musician on the piano played well but I would think that on a Saturday night the music would be much less geriatric. Although, the bar was full of an older crowd so maybe that’s just their thing. I had one drink at this bar - a vodka cranberry and it sucked. I choked it down just so I could get out of there. Definitely would...

Its dark, its small, you'd completely miss it if you're one of those people who put their blinders on when they walk out their door. This is my "Cheers". I once lived above this place, when the bartender, Mikey, would deliver drinks with a pleasantry not usually seen in this town (he could guess what drink I was in the mood for by the time I made it across the room), and an amazing piano player's melodies would demand you sang along with vigor. Years later I returned to Chicago and returned to the Zebra to find that Mikey is now the owner, and instills that same inviting atmosphere he did before, and the piano players are as quirky and skilled as ever. It may get crowded on a Friday or Saturday night, but my favorite times are the off nights, when you can just kick back, have a few, and sing along with George, Tommy, Kavon, or anyone else who's at the helm. This place has been in operation since 1929 and is one of Chicago's best...

First, they couldn’t figure out how to make my friend a vodka lemonade. It took them three tries to make something that wasn’t a vodka sprite or a vodka soda with lemon. Then, some power hungry meathead bartender literally lost his mind when my friend took a FaceTime call and stepped one foot behind the curtain towards their stock room. He aggressively cursed at her and everyone else in our group while we were stunned and said nothing. If he had simply asked her not to trespass in their private space, that would have been the end of it. But he was unnecessarily aggressive and rude. I have never been treated or seen someone else been treated so poorly for such a minor infraction. Even the bouncer apologized for the...