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What is essentially
a neighborhood dive (if there is such a thing on the UES), this smoky,
old-school bar attracts a bizarre mixture of budding Staten Island
good fellas, broken down OTB junkies, preppy UESers and families looking
to hide their alcoholism from their kids. Sippers and caffeine addicts
beware, if you're not drinking alcohol, and drinking it hard, the
salty chick who picks up your empties will not hold back her opinion
of your manliness, or lack there of. She will complain that you are
taking up table space that could otherwise be used by more serious
drunks. She fails to notice, of course, that the two tables on either
side of you are empty, and that all the drunks would rather stand
at the bar, where the alcohol is easiest to get at. Despite the annoying
help, this isn't a bad place to come to watch football on Sundays,
or any other games during the week. Though not your typical sports
bar, you can bring in your own food (they don't serve any) from any
of the surrounding restaurants. If you're too lazy to go out and get
it yourself, they'll provide you with a menu book, and you can have
some poor bastard on a bike pedal his ass to you. [MF]
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