Mars Bar and McSorely's
Met up with an OkCupid date the other night. The date itself was ambivalent, but we ended up swapping bars. I brought her to McSorely's, a favorite of mine. 150 years old, sawdust on the floor, Abe Lincoln and Woody Guthrie drank there. She brought me to Mars Bar. Covered in graphitti, vomit on the floor, haunt of drunks and hard drug users. Juke box full of burned mix CDs put in there by God knows who. Punk fucking rock. Its like no one told the East Village bar owners the early 90s were over. Of course, things being what they are, this place might be less of anomoly in a few years.