Working in downtown Chicago of the nineteen eighties, I witnessed first hand the class warfare dujour. The jagged edge of the serrated social strata was clearly defined. You had your “fern bars”, where the yuppies (Young Urban Professionals) went. Then you had your tried and true old timey taverns, where the yuffies (Young Urban Failures) were known to gather. Both types of establishments were clustered together in or near The Loop
Pardon my gross generalizations, but I feel comfortable making that observation in hindsight. Then as in now, no faction has cornered the market on knuckleheads. Both groups grinding against each other in the serrated gears of commerce.
Ah, good times .
A Scroll Threw Life 
We had one local bar where everyone went. The old regulars, the new kids who just turned 21 and the drunk divorcee whose son we all knew was a Hell’s Angel because he had greasy hair and wore a black leather jacket. Ah, small town New Jersey.
Every neighborhood in Chicago had a couple those within stumbling distance. Ah, big city life.🙂