Description
Southtown Pub is pretty straightforward. Drinks are cheap, there's a Golden Tee machine tucked next to the bar and every seat is occupied by a regular, chattering away like it's a family reunion. In other words, you're on the south side. The place is as unpretentious as bars get, and the Pabst-swilling hipsters roam freely among the Bud heavy-drankin' baseball-capped frequent flyers. A sign above the bar reads: "We don't serve women, bring your own." Not the worst advice we've ever heard at a place like this.
