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Summary: Now I Know Where To Go!
Review: A buddy of mine got me this book for my birthday. It rocks! It's so great to learn about places aren't filled with the usual try-hards that tend to fill so many places in Manhattan. I loved Wendy Mitchell's reviews and the way she peppered the book with her experiences at the bars. I don't know how she found these places!
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Summary: Outstanding.
Review: A funny read- and a great bar guide. I'd been to a few of the bars in the book before purchasing, and I found the book to be accurate. I also found some hidden gems I'd never heard of- it is now my mission in life to become a regular at a few of the bars. Highly recommended.
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Summary: A Needed Shot in the Arm of the Genre
Review: As a drinker for a good two-thirds of my years, I was heartened to discover this lovely guidebook. It made me want to see my native New York again, to rediscover its sweet old barfly haunts, with their sticky counters and slanted floors--and pour down some potables at a few new watering holes. Ms. Mitchell has an keen eye for detail and a fine taste for parts of the city that New York-based books and movies rarely depict: its seedy, soused underbelly. Does Woody Allen ever wash up at the Blarney Cove? Could Tom Wolfe trick fellow drinkers at the Sly Fox? Would you rather a Blue & Gold Budweiser or a "Maid in Manhattan"? Answer? A resounding no. This book in engaging, informative, illuminating, and voluble, a veritable Zagat's for the demimonde. I tip my hat--and raise my glass--to you.
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Summary: This book will save your social life
Review: Fed up with velvet ropes? Reluctant to share another Friday surrounded by frat boys and pseudo-hipsters? I was...and then I came across Mitchell's book. She covers a HUGE range of NYC's dive bars and the reviews are right on the money. And unlike other guide books, this is as entertaining to read as it is helpful. A must-have.
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Summary: Must buy for a fun time!
Review: Forget Zagat's, this is the New York City Nightlife guide you really need. If you're tired of $12 beers, snobby cosmo-drinking New Yorkers, and waiting outside velvet ropes, check out the bars Mitchell has tried and tested--places where you can hang your hat, settle in on a bar stool and have a good time with _real_ friends. Not the imbibing type? You'll still get a kick out of Mitchell's crisp writing and funny drinking tales.
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Summary: pretty good
Review: It's pretty good at nailing the city's top dive bars. plus, the stories are pretty damn funny.
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Summary: Must buy for a fun time!
Review: Purely as a utilitarian tool, this book is easily worth the nine dollars and ninety-five cents. You'll save that much on your first excursion through the seedy (but affordable) underbelly of New York night life, from tavern to pub to bar to saloon to roadhouse to outhouse till you find yourself curled up in the dog's bed next to the radiator in the cold-water flat of a Chinese merchant marineman named Sum Wing Ding you met only that evening playing 3-corned pitney, Mumbly Peg, and mahjong in the back booth of some waterfront dive where he's only just jumped ship. Like some dark inverse of the Riddle of the Sphinx, you'll start out on two legs and end up crawling on all four by morning. Better than that, however, is the fact that as Ms. Mitchell's wonderful homage to infamy and insobriety gains in popularity, you're likely to find battered, dog-eared copies in the hip pockets of your better class of hoboes and winos everywhere. If you can't afford a copy now, wait 6 months, search out your nearest steam grate, and nudge a bibulous connoisseur of this invaluable guide with one toe of your vomit-bespeckled Pumas. By the years end, you'll be introducing yourself with only your first name and last initial to all of your new friends in recovery.
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Summary: A must-read for dipsomaniacs everywhere!!
Review: Purely as a utilitarian tool, this book is easily worth the nine dollars and ninety-five cents. You'll save that much on your first excursion through the seedy (but affordable) underbelly of New York night life, from tavern to pub to bar to saloon to roadhouse to outhouse till you find yourself curled up in the dog's bed next to the radiator in the cold-water flat of a Chinese merchant marineman named Sum Wing Ding you met only that evening playing 3-corned pitney, Mumbly Peg, and mahjong in the back booth of some waterfront dive where he's only just jumped ship. Like some dark inverse of the Riddle of the Sphinx, you'll start out on two legs and end up crawling on all four by morning. Better than that, however, is the fact that as Ms. Mitchell's wonderful homage to infamy and insobriety gains in popularity, you're likely to find battered, dog-eared copies in the hip pockets of your better class of hoboes and winos everywhere. If you can't afford a copy now, wait 6 months, search out your nearest steam grate, and nudge a bibulous connoisseur of this invaluable guide with one toe of your vomit-bespeckled Pumas. By the years end, you'll be introducing yourself with only your first name and last initial to all of your new friends in recovery.
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