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This indoor/outdoor bar that popped up alongside Wrigley Field like a fast-growing tumor should be avoided by fans of baseball, bars and watching baseball in bars. A recent post-game visit found all 27 LG flat-screen TVs in the hangar-like party room tuned to a sitcom on the CW, a woman double-fisting cans of Michelob Ultra on the adjacent patio, and security staffers making blustery drunks put out their nine-inch cigars. Incidentally, the only house specialty is the Captain Cubby, the bar's namesake rum and Pepsi in a plastic cup. Suck one down along with a bus-fume chaser, all with a great view of Harry Caray's ass.