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Sure I may be kind of
old to hang out in a bar this close to NYU, but when has that ever
stopped me? Shit, they let me into the Chuck E. Cheese's ballpit,
so why not this joint? It's not as if this place has a stringent door
policy (unlike those bastards at 'Cheese's'), but I'm always paranoid
about coming off as 'that' guy. You know, the old dude who always
came up for homecoming weekend whose stares lingered just a little
too long on the nubile undergrads? Granted the only thing to ogle
in V Bar on this evening were a couple of ultra-nerdy dudes with blogging
apparatus and D&D flop sweat. They literally sat at the end of
the tiny bar snapping photos with a giant digital SLR of candles and
wine glasses while talking about like quantum retardedness. The bartender
fiddled with the iPod or laptop playing tunes, checked his fantasy
team and chatted with us in between running out small plates of cheese
and fruit to a few patrons sitting at the small seating area. I have
to say that the whole thing was beyond pleasant. The space has a homey,
worn comfortableness that feels honest and real. The shelves filled
with Nietzsche and crap give it a studious air, and the patrons--despite
all my conjecture--are actually more philosophy grad than psych undergrad.
I wonder if the owners know how much some places pay for that kind
of ambiance? The vibe was very mellow without being sleepy, and the
wine selection plentiful. For a bar in the middle of what should be
kiddy hell, I just can't imagine a more adult place to spend an evening.
[MF]
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