Three guys from Chicago walk into a bar. But not just any old bar... an Iowa City bar. An Iowa City bar that each and every one of you reading this has ventured into during your collegiate career, as the appetizer or dessert to your football Saturday, while on a campus visit, during Homecoming, or with your sons and daughters on parents weekend. An Iowa City bar that has so much history, its stories (of which, we all have many) are those of legend (Do you guys remember the “Fake Olivia Pope Girl”?).
A bar so legendary that I once witnessed a girl catapult over a high top table in a sudden fit of rage over maybe seeing someone that spurned her at Hillcrest three years prior (Fun Fact: I ended up marrying this gazelle), just as two guys jumped through the open windows in the back, downed a pitcher of beer that was sitting on one of the stage tables before jumping back out and running away (real men of genius).