| Created June 12, 2002 Updated March 23, 2008 Updated June 29, 2008 |
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Big Joe's
2 and 6 Pub
1818 W. Foster Ave. (5200N, 1800W)
Chicago, IL 60640
(773) 784-8755
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Step inside Big Joe's and, aside from the carpeted floor, you'll find a typical neighborhood bar layout: a wooden bar stocked with regulars runs along the west side of the room, across from a smattering of tables. Head up the stairs and on your left is a darts area and on your right is a pool table (across from the bathrooms). Formerly the Midwest Dart Co., Big Joe's is endorsed by the Windy City Darters by offering two real cork dartboards and a few cocktail tables to sit at as you're in the "throws" of a heated match. At first glance, there's nothing special about the pool table. However, on Fridays it's another story...
And They're Off!
Several years ago, prior to new management and an animal rights
controversy with national exposure,
Deja Vu used to have turtle races every week.
The torch has now been passed to Big Joe's. Every Friday, Big Joe's hosts turtle
races and I wouldn't be surprised if attendance at
Arlington Racetrack has fallen off
as a result. Alright, maybe it's not that popular but easily could be someday.
On turtle nights, a special racing arena constructed of a flat wooden board and
rails to hold the turtles is placed onto the pool table. The turtles that race
are from fine reptilian stock and come with names like Chicks, Lola, Doozy, Swisher, "Joe" Landa,
and Lucky Dan. To prepare the audience for each race, a man that laughs at his
own jokes every five seconds emcees with the help of a Shure SM57 instrument microphone
and a $20 boom box that blares out prerecorded horn-blowing. The races begin every 15 minutes
and those whose tickets are drawn are assigned one of six turtles. Hopefully you
will not get the turtle described as "The slowest fucking turtle in the world!"
(actually the turtle is not only described this way, but the emcee has everyone
in the room yell this out at the start of every race). People earn tickets every
time they purchase a pitcher of beer. The winner of each race gets a t-shirt and
the last place boob gets a free beer. It's not as easy as you might think to
come in last place. Oftentimes, two turtles are last because they stop right
before the finish line, causing rabid spectators to hoot and holler and
generally attempt to coerce the other turtle to finish. Overall, it's fun and
only somewhat disturbing.
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Turtles ready to go under their catering lid
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Turtles moving so fast, they're just a blur
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The Big Winner
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If turtle racing isn't your bag, live music is featured most Saturday nights. Sadly, "Big Joe's Jazz Masters" has moved on, having used to play on Sunday nights.
"Just a couple of updates on Big Joes 2 & 6. First, the jazz is no more. Its too bad because those guys were really good. Secondly, They have bands on Saturday nights now. Not every week but often. Theres never a cover charge so dont expect to see Rolling Stones caliber talent, but its still a good time. Lastly this is a great site. You should drink up north more. Id like to see what you think of Claddagh Ring (another bar owned by the Clancy Brothers), Farragut's [gone], or Leadway. I'm gonna bookmark your site, and refer to it often."
– "The guy livin' upstairs at Big Joe's" (June 27, 2004)
On my last visit, I was with a few friends from the South Side and they were flummoxed by the similarity between Big Joe's and bars they were used to back home. Perhaps then, we could assign Big Joe's the dubious moniker of "Best South Side-like Bar on the North Side." Regardless, Big Joe's is a great place to down some beers, bet on turtles, play some cricket, and even listen to some jazz. Recommended escapade: start off at Hop Leaf in Andersonville to lay a foundation of fine brew, take in some darts and turtle races at Big Joe's, and then wrap up the evening with cocktails at Simons back in Andersonville. Marvelous!
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written by Sean Parnell