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Five dollars might not seem like a lot of money, but it sure feels like it when it's pried from your fingers as a cover charge at this Rosemont behemoth. That Abraham Lincoln gets you access to a bevy of cocktails made with repellent sour mix and a menu of "specialties" such as a fried-bologna sandwich with Miracle Whip, all served in a jingoistic atmosphere so depressing even the servers seem pained. Toby Keith: I hate this bar.