St. Andrews is famously haunted. You can hardly Google the place for its address without being warned about the ghost of the former owner who has supposedly refused to heed the Very Last of Last Calls. The ghost is said to be friendly, and perhaps a bit too friendly if you happen to be a woman sitting at the bar drinking vodka: If your knee feels a squeeze, do a double check for a faded apparition before you slug that innocent patron next to you.

Far up north Broadway, in the shadow of Moody's, St. Andrews still manages to pull in a crowd of devoted neighborhood regulars, Loyola students venturing south, and still others who come to seek out the ghost, or, much more amusingly, a particular bartender who claims to be able to make up a joke about any subject on the spot. Luckily, he's good at it, and the jokes go down just as easy as the half-priced beer selection on Monday nights.

The food is an interesting mix of traditional Scottish fare and American pub grub. Monday night may feature all you can eat rib tips for $10, and Tuesday night is corned beef and cabbage night, also $10. St. Andrew’s does serve up a burger to rival Moody's, and you can try the traditional cheeseburger for $8, or the GhostBurger (made ghostly by the addition of cheddar cheese and guacamole) for $10.

Beer prices are about average, with bottles of Miller and Bud products starting at $3, and drafts averaging just under $5. The selection of imports is fairly decent: Standbys like Hacker-Pschorr, Leffe, and Chimay are here, as well as a few surprises like Tiger from Singapore and the German Lindeman's Framboise Ale.

Centerstage Reviewer: Bill Burman