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At Avenue B.
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At Avenue D.
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At Avenue A.
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This story is a warning.
You are about to enter a world of crazy—an all-out, raucous, beautiful disaster of a bar that will eat you alive if you let it.
Let's get right to it: meet Superdive, now taking keg service (yes, seriously) reservations for their grand East Village opening next week. Enter at your own risk…
Now, the first rule of Superdive is that there are no rules. You can mix your own cocktail behind the bar if you like. There's no door policy — anyone can come in. You can order a round of beers or a keg of beer, and a cocktail waitress will deliver the keg to your table in a rolling kegerator. You can even sit down and play their Steinway piano underneath a large applause sign.
It's total lawlessness in bar form. You'll know you're in the right place when you walk into quite possibly one of the least adorned bars you'll ever see—the walls are maroon, the banquettes have floral patterns and there's even a row of protected seats for ladies who don't want to deal with gentlemanly advances, delicately dubbed the "f*ck off seats."
Just drop in with a few (or more) friends, carve out one of the booths along the wall, order up a keg (more exotic orders, like Hitachino or Chimay, take 48 hours, but they have regular kegs in stock), take over the iPod and walk out eight hours later not recalling much of what just happened.
In other words, just like a good dive bar experience, only supersized.
The Lower East Side is NYC's "hottest nightlife neighborhood," while the meatpacking district was named "most over-rated/or over-hyped." As for "the growing trend of bars with master mixologists," more than half of the people surveyed said it was "an excuse to charge more for drinks."
"In the 1974 film, the low-ceilinged control center, the glimpses of grim city streets, and Mr. Green's crummy walk-up at the finale suggest enough of the battered old New York to make an impression. There aren't too many physical details that stand out in the new 123..."
"The old film has a comic undertone that the new one can't afford. 2009's jacked-up pace is part of it, but it's also a philosophical difference. In the new film everyone's playing for high stakes all the time, clenched like fists. In the old film, most characters show some weary resignation, which is something city folk have to learn if they're to keep going."
A shooter fired three rounds from a shotgun at a party bus early Monday morning in the East Village following an apparent road rage incident in La Mesa, but no one was injured in the attack, a police sergeant said.
The shooting occurred while the party bus was stopped at a gas station in the 1600 block of F Street around 1 a.m., according to San Diego police Sgt. Bob Dare.
Several people were on the bus when a white van pulled up and someone from the van got out and fired three shotgun rounds at the front of the bus, Dare said.
"It's soft pornography is what it is," said Laurie Baranowski, who said she was in New York for a visit. "I don't think that just because you put Calvin Klein's name on it makes it acceptable. It's a beautiful picture, but I don't think that that's the place for it."
"I think that this company has a moral obligation to our country to display their product in an appropriate manner, especially in a public venue where you have thousands of thousands of children who will see this ad," said Randy Sharp of the American Family Association. "I find this kind of ad repulsive, I find it disgusting, I find it inappropriate for a public venue. For my family of five, Calvin Klein will never see a dollar of our money."
Joaquin Liguas, who heard about the billboard when he woke up in the morning, told FOXNews.com he wasn't bothered by it; he's seen much racier stuff on city streets.
Everyone remembers the first time they read "Fabulous Nobodies," author Lee Tulloch's cult '80s fashion novel set in New York's East Village.
Long before Carrie Bradshaw there was Reality Nirvana Tuttle ... trying to get by as a "door whore" at a trendy downtown club and striving for that elusive quality of New York fabulousness.
I read the book lying on a college dorm room floor thousands of miles away, and it's one of those classics about Manhattan that just makes you want to throw your most glamorous clothes into a suitcase and move to the city right away.
Tulloch, a former New Yorker who in recent years relocated back to her native Sydney, was in town ... to celebrate the development of her novel into a movie.