Nothing comes close to St Patrick’s Day in Chicago. From 6am eventbrite bar crawl scams, to bagpipe contingencies, to dumping 45 pounds of f*cking green dye in the river, the Windy City never misses an opportunity to drink. Between sending 11am “you up?” texts, to passive aggressive Irish goodbyes, we discuss our most embarrassing CHIrish past times (that we might not 100% remember) along with our unrequested feedback on Irish cuisine (Hagus anyone?) and hospitality advise you didn’t ask for. so buckle up, for an uncensored account of the greatest drinking day of the year, in the greatest city of all time. Chicago.