There are interesting reviews of this venue further down.
As for me: I wasn't into 'clubbing' back in the 1980s. There were many taverns where I went, but they weren't dance clubs. I've never been a fan of trends. The clothes I have which speak "1980s", I've had since the 1980s. (Hey, my closet here has duds from the 1970s. Yes, I can still fit into them, and I do on rare occasions.)
The two times I have been here has been not due to Dave, but to the guest DJs which seem to occur on Wednesday nights. Specifically, "Soul Rebel", and 'Gentleman' John Battles, both of whom I know from dancing on Chic-A-Go-Go, have been turned loose here.
Soul Rebel angles toward no-wave and punk songs, but he's cognizant of what was their prototypes. 'Gentleman' John is a rockabilly enthusiast, and he enjoys digging deeply into the stacks of stuff from the mid-1950s (beyond Carl Perkins' "Blue Suede Shoes" & Billy Lee Riley's "Flying Saucers Rock 'n Roll"). He also (as I have mentioned elsewhere on Yelp) does not consume demon alcohol. How he manages to make connections with tavern owners perplexes me {OK, not that much.}.
This address has been a bar since before prohibition. It likely was a speakeasy during prohibition. It is dim. The vibe is black|purple. The beer list is distinctive. However, on Wednesday, the deal is a 12-oz. bottle of Pabst Blue Ribbon for $2. If you want to play the crown game with your PBRs, tell your bartender that swiftly and often, as they're used to popping and chucking the crowns. I am not a beer snob. But some people more attuned to bridge and craft beers will admit that, if you get a recently-brewed cold bottle of PBR, it is the best mass-produced American lager. (It's brewed at the Miller plant in Milwaukee. Look just below the longneck, above the label height, for an understandable 'pull by' date. Pabst gives itself 90 days.)
I didn't dance here. But that was due more to what was showing on the big-screen TV. 1950s & 1960s "rock 'n roll" "juvenile delinquency" movies are fascinating time capsules. And I was dumbfounded by what was gotten away with in late 1960s Mexican hooded wrestler movies.
I'm usually up until 4 am anyhow. So it would be understandable for me to be here until the end.
Don't ask me how the 3500 block of W. Belmont managed to get _two_ 4 AM liquor licenses. It just *did*.
I'm giving Late Bar a soft four-star rating for its atmosphere, its willingness to delve into music not easily found elsewhere (even on satellite radio), and its beer prices. I am going to spend more nights here.
Transit options: Woo hoo! The route #77 Belmont bus runs by here _all the time_, even at 3:56 am. You're only two blocks west of the Blue Line "L"'s Belmont station, which also runs all the time. That's the way to get here and back, people. (But to be complete, I shall mention the route #82 Kimball-Homan bus which runs north-south until around midnight.)
(I've been mollified. In a tavern, unlogged in, I looked up a venue I had reviewed on Yelp, and my review appeared. Yay. And I apologize to Yelp.) read more