That said, I do recall traveling a few hundred miles to go to Chicago for St. Patrick's Day when it was on a weekend. We were driving from Middletown, Ohio, so this must have been in the mid 1980s.
Anyway, we got there, drank at a number of places, managed to get the car stuck in a snowdrift in a really unacceptable part of town, drank some more and when we woke up the next day, it was so late we missed the dying of the river. I remember more drinks that weekend, some green, others not. And some really good food. Love Chicago eats.