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There ain't no party
like an East Village basement party cuz the East Village basement
party don't stop! Actually, you usually need people around to have
a party. Also, partying in a basement just doesn't have that frat
appeal it once had. There's something weird about going underground
to go to a bar--something claustrophobic, something dank. Then you
get down there and the walls are painted blood red, there are some
freakish paintings on the walls, and music that could put Robin Williams
to sleep. And then there's the name. Why Route 85a? Isn't that the
road to Albany? Not exactly the road that inspires fun. One good thing
about this joint is the fact that you won't get squeezed out by beautiful
people, polyester snobs or UES sweater-set girls. It's what we like
to call "lounge at your own pace." The bartender is pleasant, the
crowd is mellow and the DJ doesn't take requests. Three good things--if
you can take the light deprivation and somewhat haunted bomb shelter
feeling of it all. [MF]
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