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14th July
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Bleecker St. and Sullivan St.

I assumed there was someone important inside from the three bouncers at the front door…nope, just us chickens.  There’s a good amount of space in here and usually a table or ledge to lean on.  The odd part is the tall waitress who just dances behind you and doesn’t talk to you unless you start the conversation, I’m assuming to get me to buy a shot.  I was not fooled!  Somehow the frat boys in the rest of the bar.  The pints are average prices, taste fine, service is good actually.

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