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All we can remember
from this nightmare is a crush of suits, the beeping of cell phones
and the smell of mid-priced European cologne. This tri-leveled funhouse
of yuppie annoyingness is located in yet another of Manhattan's completely
fabricated neighborhoods. Once known as Midtown East Shitsville, the
50s on the East Side has been renamed to give it a modicum of class,
and artificially inflate real estate prices. We're not fooled. This
is still the same after work hell hole it's always been. Looking at
the bar's Web site, you'd think it was a spacious, relaxed place,
but if there were 10,000 beefy, shorthaired guys on cell phones there,
there were a million. Maybe the place is a little more relaxed on
the weekend, but if you were thinking of meeting friends there after
work, you'd be better of meeting them along the bull route in Pamplona.
[MF]
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