There are so many, shiny new toy-bars under the Logan Square Christmas Tree, that their openings have produced a new industry of glossy twee "magazines" were 22 year old star-struck columbia college graduates dress up as journalists" to cover their "arrivals" with enough sugary commentary, to cause diabetes of the brain.
And I'm talking generally, not specially about Billy Sunday, that has a bouncer at the door who seems to think he's auditioning for the tough repo guy of cars in a reality TV show.
But one day when the real story of Logan Square gets written, The Whirlaway Lounge will get it's own chapter. And yes, like all great legends I reckon, things will get written based upon the lore of fact and stories retold again and again over the years that may or may not be completely factual. Like some old timers at Weegee's Lounge
swear on a bible stored in the photo booth, that back in the old days when Fullerton was the dividing line between Hell and the blazing Red Badlands,( and the gangs had even infiltrated the local police) Maria her self wore the same ammunition belt attached to buntline drop loop quick draw double holsters( adjustable for a Colt Single Action Peace Maker and a Winchester) worn by Wyatt Earp, himself.
But what we do know, is while other businesses closed their doors and fled for the highlands and investors fretted, hemmed, and hawed, Maria got off the side lines rolled up her sleeves and determined, which way the neighborhood was gonna go, deciding on community over chaos. And like a the legendary black smith John Henry who built the railroad, Maria wielded the Whirlaway Lounge like a great cast iron mallet ,forging, molding and shaping a new Logan Square on the steel anvil of Chicago.
In fact for years before all the trendy "man bars" arrived following on the long strings of Maria's well worn bar apron, Whirlaway Lounge was not just the multi culture flag of all Logan Square, but a light house beacon in the night of the middle of a rough sea of urban destituteness for many a broke college student who once a week, could put away their cracked bowl ( continuously repaired by crazy glue) and instead eating off- brand ramen noodles, could go to Whirlaway for a full home cooked meal, for free.
I should have written this review years ago. But I don't think that it was simply fortuitous that I chose Women's History Month to write about True Logan Square Institution not lead by white boy beards/ mustachioed mustached flannel hordes
lost in following the "In" thing.
But a Logan Square Original, a Caribbean women named Maria with a ready smile and an infectious laugh of a forever young endless summer who deserves her own statue in Logan Square right beside the statue of General John A. Logan who is soon to be relocated back to Logan Square from Grant Park. read more