It’s Wednesday night, and Bob Saget is in the house. He must be, considering how the off-duty bartender, Brad, is shouting his name every few minutes — “Bob Sah-git!” — with a ferocity that suggests contents under pressure, a tea kettle filled with dynamite. The outbursts come every few minutes, and the patrons look on, unfazed, some joining in on the impromptu game. It’s bizarre and obnoxious, and it’s absolutely the reason I love this place. Chicago Brewing Company’s upstairs cigar lounge is a bar in the suburbs, but it isn’t a typical suburban bar — it’s slipping backstage, behind the stucco and strip malls, into a dark and cozy den populated by brag-worthy house-brewed beers, good food, and a diverse mix of people. It’s impossible to go there for happy hour, between 4 and 7 p.m., and not make a new friend, even if that friend is just a giant mug of beer for $4 and a cheese pizza for $6. If you do go, ask for Brad, and tell him Bob Saget sent you.