Noted

We may have more to say about this Monday. Meanwhile, we welcome your theories.

Previously on EV Grieve.

I knew, but I didn't want to be the one to tell you and ruin your weekend

Meanwhile, on Friday, Paper checked in with a Superdive update, including:

Those who aren't quite as eager to work on their beer bellies can order a mixed drink (starting at $6) but, despite rumors, aren't welcome to DIY behind the bar, which on a recent night was cordoned off. Claiming that people misunderstood the mix-your-own concept, manager Keith Okada (the owners wish to remain anonymous) clarified that bartenders will make the drink in a shaker which you can then Tom-Cruise-in-Ray-Bans-style strain into a plastic cup.

Noted

"East Village nightlife needed something like Superdive to come along." (L Magazine)

The Superdive Diaries, Part Two

Another EV Grieve reader bravely entered Superdive over the weekend and filed this rather random list of bulleted points via e-mail:

• First makout sessions by 8:30. A guy hard-core kissing a girl's neck like it was 1984 at 1:00 AM.

• Beer pong

• The manager(?) saying to me they were all reserved for the
next two weeks.

• You can get a Stella keg for $450.

• Seems to be a bar to relive college. Beer pong (except I never played this) and a lot of shots

• All drinks are in plastic cups

• Can i reserve a place for 10-15 people? with a keg?

• Hipster wannabee bartenders. friendly but there's arrogance like they're on the red carpet

• Beer pong. Again, beer pong. Do I need to say more?

• I feared for my life when I walked out. I deserved to be beat up. I felt shame. Superdive has nothing to do with the east village.

Previously on EV Grieve:
The Superdive Diaries

At Superdive: "Went here for my bachelorette this weekend and was able to do a keg stand, bartend, dj, and dance on tables"

Sure, some EVG readers haven't been thrilled by Superdive. But over at Yelp, the reviews are starting to come in... and they've all been positive: Four stars (out of five) on average. Here are some excerpts:

"Went here for my bachelorette this weekend and was able to do a keg stand, bartend, dj, and dance on tables. That basically sums it up."

And!

Oh boy. This bar is complete madness... it is the place frat guys dream about. You can make your own drinks or buy an entire keg for your table. There is a random assortment of instruments in case you feel the need to play one and the DJ station is up for grabs, as long as you use your own Ipod. I'd like to tell you more, but I honestly can't remember...

Meanwhile, ForSureNot.com weighs in as well. FSN's take?:

Is this going to be the greatest bar that New York has ever seen? ...

It’s like the goddamn Wild West. I hope that they have a set of those swinging half-doors one of those saloon pianos that play by themselves and spittoons on the floor.

A Revolutionary Free For All with kegs and booze -– Please excuse me while I go get some tissues for John Adams and Thomas Jefferson to dry their eyes.