Don't drink alone at home. Instead, go to Glascott's solo and feel like you're in the company of friends. The welcoming corner bar has served drinks since 1885, and the Glascott family has owned the "groggery," as it's coined on the brick facade, since 1937. Run by fourth-generation Glascotts today, the bar still features remnants of its past: A faux-vintage liquor license, framed proclamation of Irish freedom and photos of early Chicago share the space with the modern comforts of flat-screen TVs, a pool table and Golden Tee.

Large Irish flags suspended from the original tin ceiling hang over a crowd that's older than the neighborhood's typical mix of DePaul students and recent grads. When the TVs aren't tuned to sports, the jukebox plays mostly '90s and classic rock. A doorway in the back leads to the Athenian Room, the Greek restaurant next door. Drinkers can order a gyro or a thick, tasty burger, and take it back to one of Glascott's tall tables or scattered booths. A drinking bowl for Glascott's canine patrons sits on the floor near the bar's substantial private party room.

With 16 beers on tap, pints are the most popular pick, but the bartenders also pour mean White Russians. For Stella Artois to Pilsner Urquell and all imports in between, a pint costs $4; Miller Lite runs a dollar less. Glascott's drink specials—bucket deals and import discounts, for instance—are offered every day other than Friday and Saturday, when the place can get packed. On the way out, a sign reads "Erin Go Bragh...and quietly respect our neighbors." Translation: Ireland forever and don't trouble our regulars.

Centerstage Reviewer: Dana Kavan