Located at the very edge of the Heights near Loop 610, this place is kryptonite to the posh hordes who descend on the area in ever greater numbers. Which in a way is perfect, as Rose Garden’s cramped bungalow-turned-bar is better suited to cowboys and swillers of cheap beer, not to mention brash pool players with a taste for homemade Polish sausages. Bonus: Rose herself can often be seen proffering a cold one in the expansive backyard, barely visible through the haze of cigs and cigars.
