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What lurks in the dark,
decaying recesses of Rudy's? Well, besides the creepy customers and
discarded, free hot dogs, we may never know. I have on more than several
occasions been sauntering by this establishment while an ambulance
loads one of its patrons onto a stretcher. That's the kind of joint
this is. It's an equal opportunity killer--both the young and alcohol-poisoned
and the old and cirrhosis-laden. Their liberal door policy allows
the kids to mix with the neighborhood derelicts, and with interesting
results. The kids think they're slumming it in this redneck, dive
of a bar, and the locals think they're getting free hot dogs and cheap
beer in a joint that's just a little less claustrophobic than their
apartment. Unlike a lot of the honky-tonk bars around the city, this
one seems a little more authentic, and in that is a little scarier.
I didn't see the sandwich board by the door calling out to assholes
on the verge of vomiting, as that seems to be the only crowd they
draw (including Mr. Hipster himself), but we swear we saw a giant
beer-shaped Bat signal hovering over the place and exhaust fans blowing
the smell of wieners out over 9th Ave to all the wandering drunks
and stooges. [MF]
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