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We're not quite sure
what the obsession is with New Yorkers and redneck bars, but here
is the UWS' entry. Complete with a jukebox filled with country western
music, chicken wire on the walls and old wooden tables, Yogi's might
as well be in a dinky Texas town, or a campus bar at the University
of Alabama. Then, of course, we see the vinyl- half-shirt-clad, tongue-pierced
bartenders and are reminded of exactly where we are. This cowpoke
meets alterna-biker-slut aesthetic seems to have been duplicated at
a bunch of bars around the city, so somebody must dig it. After your
seventh Bud and fifteenth Clint Black song, anything gets old, as
does Yogi's. We assume this place is named Yogi's because of the big
wooden bear that stands guard outside--a remnant of the old Bear Bar
that used to inhabit this same narrow space. [MF]
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