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Some say it's as fun
as throwing rocks at baby rabbits. Others compare it to salting slugs
and poking them with sticks. We prefer the "looking through a magnifying
glass at the sun in Egypt in the middle of summer" metaphor. The scariest
thing is that this joint is supposed to be cool (we think). Gone are
the true days of this Ukrainian dive, replaced by decor that looks
as if Ikea and The Jetsons mated and had a horrible child whose name
is cheese. Supposedly redecorated by the folks who brought you two
places Mr. Hipster would never be welcome, Moomba and Veruka, this
place just reeks of retro desperation. On top of the offensive 50's
space-age drekfest, is a waitstaff who are apparently more interested
in chatting with the walls than bringing you your drink. The food
looks appetizing, but probably tastes like Formica (to be fair, we
have no idea.) In an area stuffed with great places to go, we'd recommend
saving your money and teleporting over to a place with a little less
kitsch and a lot more character (take your pick, really). [MF]
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