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If this were 1991, we
would call this place Ship of Tools. Actually, we would probably still
be calling it by its former incarnation, Easy Street. The name would
actually give you the idea that the place was teeming with a boatload
of idiots. Well, it's a misnomer. This place isn't filled with anybody.
Once football season ends, this place has less snap than a bra strap
at a high school full of quadriplegics. We recall one snoozy night
spent discussing Ayn Rand with a bored, blonde bartender (who insisted
Rand is a woman). Lucky for us, our completely clueless take on Atlas
Shrugged earned us a few buy backs. Okay, we're being a bit harsh
here. This was a long time ago, and not your typical evening at the
Ship. If you're a football and wing lover, can tolerate especially
annoying Steeler fans, and can stomach a gang of UES sports fools,
then get there early on a Sunday and cheer yourself silly. [MF]
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