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Not to be confused with
Original King of Comedy, Bernie Mac, this place takes the fun out
of funny. This place is as exciting as a conversation between Chris
Klein and Jennifer Love Hewitt about 17th-Century Dutch economics.
It has all the personality of Louie Anderson on Ketamine. It is amazing
to us that a joint this size--smack-dab in the middle of Greenwich
Village--can't draw enough people to fill out a doubles tennis match.
Granted, there are some advantages to this: it's easy to get a beer,
and you can have an in-depth discussion with the bartender about that
Paul Auster book he's reading. We didn't eat anything during our visit,
but we overheard patrons complaining that they were still
waiting for their food, and then getting angry when it was finally
delivered cold (mind you, there were only two people waiting for grub.)
Look, we're not always up for a raucous time, but we don't want to
have to bring our portable defibrillator to shock a place back to
life. [MF]
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