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Nothing makes you feel
more like a local than hanging in a bar that has absolutely no right
existing. 9C is that kind of bar. Standing in what amounts to a studio
apartment with a decent sound system, one could look out on dreary
Avenue C and think it a lonely block in an industrial section of Pittsburgh,
Buffalo or Detroit. The decor of the bar itself doesn't help with
the feeling of misery, and ordering anything besides a Bud or an Iron
City may bring a blush to the bartender's face. Of course the live
bluegrass music certainly adds to the sense of drunkenness, pickup
trucks, jail and mesh caps. But what this bar lacks in size and grace,
it certainly makes up in character. [MF]
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