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The old joke goes that
Jake's only dilemma is that he can't get any chicks into his bar.
Seriously, what self-respecting yuppie UWS woman would want to drag
her ass into this dump? More like a fraternity basement than a bar,
Jake's brings back that sour moldy beer smell you loved so much as
a nineteen year-old sophomore with a bad I.D., bad hair and that horrible
rugby shirt look. Apparently this place brews its own beer, but the
crowd is strictly of the Bud Light/Woo-Woo shot variety, and anything
brewed in this place would probably taste something like soggy wood
and cigarette butts anyway. If you dig foosball, darts and pool in
a post-frat-party atmosphere (and don't mind a place that is swept
on a biannual basis) then hang out and enjoy a slice of your lost
youth. [MF]
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