
Long-running bar with a laid-back saloon setting, live music & beer garden with hoops.
Hours
| Monday | 4 PM–2 AM |
| Tuesday | 4 PM–2 AM |
| Wednesday | 4 PM–2 AM |
| Thursday | 4 PM–2 AM |
| Friday | 3 PM–2 AM |
| Saturday | 2 PM–2 AM |
| Sunday | 2 PM–2 AM |
Address and Contact Information
Address: 1800 W Division St, Chicago, IL 60622
Phone: (773) 486-9862
Website: http://www.wicker-park-bars.com/phyllis-musical-inn.html
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Reviews
Came to see a friend’s band perform and had a great time overall. The event itself was fun and the crowd brought great energy. However, it felt like the staff wasn’t fully prepared for the size of the crowd, even though the event seemed planned in advance.
There was only one main person serving drinks, with a few others helping, but they clearly seemed overwhelmed. It took quite a while to get the bartender’s attention, and my order was forgotten at one point due to the rush.
Still, despite the long wait for drinks, the performance and atmosphere made it a good night. Hopefully they’ll be better staffed for future events.
Phyllis’ is part dive, part live music haunt, part time capsule. It’s been around since 1954 and wears every year like a badge. The front room is dim, the furniture feels like it’s seen more bands than some local radio stations, and the cooler behind the bar doubles as décor and institution. There’s a whole printed flyer of who’s playing and when, and yes, we did just miss a band called Leon, The Bandit?.
Still, the place had energy. The kind of bar where the clientele slants older for the men and younger for the women, and somehow that feels perfectly normal in this space. It may have been the pre-band, post-band, or no-band crowd—we’ll never know. I was surprised the music didn’t go later, but for a neighborhood bar, that probably has less to do with vibes and more to do with ordinances and the right kind of peace with the city.
And then, of course, there was the Hamm’s. $3 cans, cold, no questions asked. As I described it in the moment, Hamm’s tastes like a water-flavored beer that had been smoking cigarettes but then brushed its teeth with Hamm’s beer before going back on its shift of being a beer. And I wouldn’t have had it any other way.
Phyllis’ isn’t trying to be polished. It’s trying to survive—and throw a good party in the process. I’d come back with more cash, more time, and a band worth chasing.
For the Hamm’s, for the honesty, and for the history.