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Hey, I have an idea!
Let's go to that bar. You know, that bar. The one down in the East
Village. What the hell is the name of it? I think it's on East 5th
Street. No, wait. Maybe it's on East 4th Street. Crap, I can't remember,
but I do like it there. It's mellow and has a good jukebox and a good
happy hour. The patrons are mostly Village locals and the occasional
after-work straggler from Midtown looking to escape the suit set.
There were a couple scary-as-hell lesbians playing the Duck
Hunt game who looked more than a little perturbed when our drunk buddies
took over the game when they went off to get change. Whew, if butch
haircuts and chain wallets could kill! Aside from these grouches,
the crowd and help were very laid-back and friendly. If it wasn't
so generically named, we'd be more apt to tell people to meet there,
but the name just screams boring to us and to anyone else with a pulse.
If you can get past all this, you've found yourself a decent after-work
joint that will be sure to please even the most ardent bar snobs.
[MF]
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