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Blah, blah it used to
be good and now it sucks because people are actually coming to it
and enjoying beer and pool... If I had a dime for every time I read
a review of a bar in which some brat complained about people actually
coming to his "neighborhood" bar, I'd have enough money
to pay someone to go punch him in the face. Do you think the owners
of Ace Bar appreciate actually having paying customers? Most likely.
Do you think they care if those customers' twenties come from the
Upper West Side or three blocks away? Probably not. I mean who can
resist the pseudo-divey bar with pool tables, jukebox and a relaxed
attitude? Lounge in a corner banquet of the finest pleather and watch
your buddies drunkenly play darts while some pierced dude at the bar
sneers about the fuckin' hipsters, and the fuckin' hipster leans against
the blood-red wall snarkily commenting about all the assholes with
their messenger bags and "jobs." But, in reality, the place
is roomy, completely friendly, as comfortable as the world's hippest
frat house, and has beer that is available even to those of us with
a paycheck and a dream. [MF]
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