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Generally the midtown
bar scene is stuffed with suits as far as the eye can see. There is
typically nothing hip about the places, and meat/meet market is raised
to a whole new level. Not so with Fubar, an unassuming little slice
of tranquility in an otherwise piece of shite genre. It's almost as
though they don't realize they're supposed to be annoying, as the
coat check girl happily greets you and asks if she can take your coat.
As you walk into the dark bar, you certainly won't feel as though
you're on 50th Street (and that's a good thing). Every once in a while
it's nice to be pleasantly surprised... [MF]
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