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There are no gimmicks
at this Astor Place area bar--and that's actually pretty refreshing.
No little couches, no pinpoint halogens, no horrendous drum 'n bass
music, no Hooters-like waitresses and no dented license plates or
street signs nailed to the wall. It's just a good old fashioned bar,
with that skinny/long set-up, a pressed tin ceiling, a few high tables
in the back and a bunch of beers on tap. Sure it's mellow, sure it
doesn't have a theme, women blowing Bicardi 151 fireballs or a svelte
host with some sort of secretary headset thing, but it is still a
solid place to eat some pretzels and suck down a couple dozen drinks
with some buddies. [MF]
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