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Belgians must think
they're soooo superior. Why else would they open these bars where
all they serve is Belgian beers? Where's the Bud? Where are the Coors
and Sam Adams? Nevermind. This bizarre pub sits right behind the famous
West 4th Street basketball courts. In fact, a couple tables in the
dark, wood space give you a perfect view of the action as ten sweaty
dudes run up and down the court calling each other names like "Mad
Dog" and "El Pistolero." The whole joint has a very earthy, laid-back
feel to it, as the worn-in look and mellow barkeeps add to the atmosphere.
Despite their lack of domestic brews, the place does pour a nice pint
of Hoegaarden, and serves Belgian fries in a paper cone that are the
perfect compliment to a cold beer. The apparent lack of lighting,
strange botanical entrance and big wooden tables make this the kind
of place your friends will marvel at and all Belgian beer-snobs will
love to say they discovered first. [MF]
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