Oh was it ever. It is this restaurant that serves Cincy style chili at the edge of the Marquette college campus. And if you've never been to Marquette or Milwaukee, there are literally several bars right across the street from the campus (along with on-campus thanks to the Jesuit Residence). So if you go there on a Saturday night around 11 or midnight, it is packed to the brim with drunk college students eating chili along this long bar area (and anywhere else they could stand). And the chili is bad, but the type of bad that makes it the perfect drunk food.
I remember one Saturday night when I was in college I was dragged there by my roommate even though I had laryngitis and couldn't talk. So I was sitting next to this extremely drunk student who I think was hitting on me (she was so drunk I couldn't quite tell). My roommate tells her I can't talk because I have laryngitis and then leaves for who knows where. I had a little pad of paper and so I was writing down my responses to her slurred questions. We were "talking" for a good half an hour when in the middle of reading one of my responses she put down the pad and was like "I'm too drunk to read, just tell me what it says." I just starred at her unsure what to do. I was saved from figuring it out by her friends who decided that it was time to leave, but I was having an entire conversation with her and she was reading what I was writing just fine, and then suddenly she couldn't. She was only drinking water and eating chili, so if anything she should've been less drunk then when we started "talking". Anyways that entire exchange has stuck with me for years now. And the only conclusion I can come to is drunk people are weird.