Everyone knows girls fight dirtier than boys. In grade school, the dudes circle around each other, trying to act menacing while waiting for Principal Cadaver to break it up. Girls, on the other hand, get hall passes, grab each other’s hair and bang each other against the lockers. Chicago’s on-the-scene transvestites like it both ways: They enjoy the soused audience pouring out of the neighborhood sports bars, and they go for the jugular, often literally, always at least verbally. New Year’s Eve outside this 24-hour dining institution is always something special.
930 West Belmont
Best of Chicago 2010