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There's no sugarcoating
it; this place is a dive. Granted, it's a dive on the UWS and is filled
with oddly preppy locals. The dichotomy is hard to reconcile, but
somehow works in the context of the lonely block on which the bar
is located. Sitting right off Columbus, the place attracts locals
from the surrounding buildings, along with curious stragglers walking
down from the more-trafficked establishments on Broadway. Broken down
booths line one wall, while a ratty bar with tarnished mirrors sits
on the other. A weird fluorescent glow emanates from behind the bar
and casts an odd light on the whole place. The feel is more fraternity
basement than Irish pub, with the owner/bartenders acting as the house
parents. The scene is mellow, if not a bit sloppy, and certainly affords
patrons a low-key affair in an otherwise snooty location. Maybe this
isn't the place you take a date or start and evening of fun, but it
certainly fits the bill for a dark place to drink the last couple
beers of the night, puke under the table and take your bloodshot eyes
and aching head back home. [MF]
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