Food notwithstanding, this place is really top notch. My office mates and I stopped here on Thursday after work and invited a couple of our clients to imbibe with us. Because, that's what bankers do in their free time: drink. Heavily!
Admittedly, I'm a Guinness whore. However it's served up I'll drink it. Irish Car Bomb? Yes, please. In a stew? Yes, please.
The Turf is in a great location, though I must admit the walk from the Roosevelt light rail station was a bit much in this heat. Or maybe that was just me anticipating the drink and getting antsy? IDK. Whatev, I like this bar (until it morphs into Seamus it will not be a pub) and will likely be back. Next time, I'll try to eat more than I drink...which is easier said than done when you consider I'm Irish.