Where can S&M -minded folks watch and even participate in a public, bondage -themed event while perched atop an indoor motorcycle drinking a good import? The Exit.
Where can punk rockers go to jam out on the classics while slamming $2 PBRs? The Exit.
Where can goths go to show off their latest vintage corsets and stacks and be the best dressed in the room, instead of the freakiest? The Exit.
Where can metal heads go to party with the DJ who lets people flip through his thousands of CDs while playing Guitar Hero alongside popular underground bands (who just so happen to be passing through)? The Exit.
And where exactly can anyone else go who aren't intimidated by the regulars, want to have a good time and drink until dawn? The Fuggin Exit, Dammit!
Located on the opposite side of the North Avenue bridge, where all the tourists “flock” to a popular micro brewery, lies the seediest of all the bars, and they like it that way! The Exit is deservedly the most infamous bar in the Tri State area and has remained pretty much the same since its opening back in the 80s. Back then, the only significant difference is the location, since many of the regulars then are regulars now, just a little older, at least according to their driver’s licenses.
Of course, a whole new breed of unique individuals make their appearances as well, as some things like rebellion just don’t ever seem to die. They gather together in their denim and leather, their pleather and lace, their whips and paddles, their tattoos and piercings and even their artfully designed and yes, intentional, brandings. The theme changes every night, with different music spun by DJs who actually prefer to leave the dance tracks at the store. It’s a centralized bastion for sin in the Midwest, and they like it that way!
The thing it though, The Exit really is a gentle giant, just another place to go chill out and socialize, in spite of its rough image. The decor is suiting for any run down biker bar, complete with cult flicks, videos and vintage porn on the tube, and the upstairs is a great place to party with drunken strangers. In a nut shell, it’s the place to be when everyplace else doesn’t seem to take kindly to those types, even though those types take rather kindly to everybody else. Oh and yeah - they’re open pretty late, too!
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