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We're not sure there
was a huge outcry for a brightly-lit sports bar in this neighborhood,
but we'll have to take their word for it. Smack dab in the middle
of rows of tattoo parlors, second-hand record shops and more face
pierces than any block should ever have lies the nerdy classmate called
St. Mark's Ale House. St. Mark's in name only, this place dares to
provide its patrons with enough light to see their burgers and enough
televisions to watch (gasp) their favorite sports teams. The light
wood and brass look just doesn't fit the location. Walking in or out
of this joint just makes you feel like a giant geek or a desperate
tourist. It would be like asking the CBGB bouncer if ABBA was playing
there that night. It would be like pulling up in your Nissan Sentra
to a drag race. It would be like going into a biker tattoo place and
asking to have Barbara Streisand's face inked on your ass. You get
the idea. The place is just too clean and snazzy for the neighborhood.
Now, if they could just transplant this joint to the UES where it
belongs, a lot of khaki-wearing Giant fans would be very happy. [MF]
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