Rogers Park lore reveals that the nicotine and tar-blackened oak walls of this dive used to house a pirate-themed crew. Sadly, there are no nautical remnants, save for a saucy bartendress who prefers to sling drinks without the use of words. Not that the resident old men swilling $2 PBRs care to use said words, unless occupying the same sentence space of a string of swears.

There are more than irate old dudes taking up the 20-seat stool space, though. A trio of competition-quality dartboards keeps the corners lively with late-night 20-somethings in search of drunk on the cheap. And half of the service bar is a designated for convenient-store liquor sales, that catches a lot of traffic, as Siblings is many a block from adjacent stores.

Come here more than once at happy hour and you'll likely encounter the same four guys sharing $5 pitchers of Coors. Make friends with them, and you’re golden.

Centerstage Reviewer: Gavin Paul