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Poof! You're a sucky
bar. We're honestly not really sure what's going on here. This place
feels so oddly cold and empty that you'd figure the sibilant void
was somehow intentional. Instead it just comes off as sad--or like
a weird setpiece from David Lynch's idea of what a standard bar should
look like. There's a big, dark bar to one side, complete with murky
mirror behind it, and a couple scattered tables on the other. The
floor is some sort of chewed-on linoleum, and a large neon clock over
the door casts an eerie, blue glow over the whole of the space. The
complete effect is only how I imagine the basement morgue at Bellevue
must feel. Bummersville, man. Bummersville. There's something to be
said for a no-frills bar that is first and foremost a drinking establishment,
but I don't plan on needing a place to drink after getting laid off
from the local coal mine anytime soon, so I think I'll leave The Magician
to pull its own disappearing act as so many have before it. [MF]
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