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Cheers to simplicity!
Despite having the word 'art' in its name, this place is anything
but pretentious and/or snooty. No, it's a proper lounge/bar that can
stand the test of time--which, in this case, is about ninety minutes
and four beers. It helped that we came early and got a seat at the
bar with the friendly bartender, cornered all The Smiths and Elvis
Costello on the jukebox. It's always so much more pleasant drinking
beers to your own music choices (albeit somebody else's collection).
After a couple beers up front, we retired to the back room, which
has several old chairs and couches and tables at which to chill and,
not surprisingly, some weird art on the fifteen foot walls. The crowd
was decidedly remarkable in its rank normalcy. Not a single douchebag
in a trucker hat. Not a single self-serving blowhard NYU social work
student in site. I mean I was the only idiot in the place even air-drumming
to "Wave of Mutilation." There weren't sparks flying off
the walls or anything, but the place was comfortable and inviting
and the beer was cold and I'd go back in a heartbeat. [MF]
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