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My visit here was a
short one. It basically involved stumbling in drunk from a night out
elsewhere, ordering a beer with a couple friends, getting half-way
through it and figuring out that I needed to bolt before I turned
into a pumpkin (or a chick wearing rags and non-glass slippers). What
I recall was a non-descript dive of a bar with that same pale neon
light that pervades its sister bars WXOU (where Mrs. Hipster once
used the facilities) and The
Magician. Whereas it gave The Magician a somewhat lonely and foreboding
feel, the light gave this bar's smaller space a little bit of seediness
that was probably unintended and undeserved. It could have been my
slightly ajar consciousness and a grinding Stones or bassy blues song
that put me in that state of mind, but it seemed like NYC circa 1977
was about to break out all over the place. Not being versed in Easy
Village lore, I was unaware that most folks call this place The Tile
Bar, but it just makes sense what with their being tiles on the walls,
and the East Village's knack for never calling bars by their proper
names (see Vazac's
and 288 Bar).
Not completely having my wits about me (and chugging the last half
of my cold Bud draft before scampering out the door) I can't say that
WCOU made a huge impression on me, but perhaps that's the whole idea,
right? [MF]
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