Low-key bar in the West Village.
Once dazzling, now dingy black 'n' white floor says it all. White walls hold the shadows of freaky people dancing to a mélange of Blondie, blues, and rock 'n' roll, on tabletops made out of old 45's. Cheap beers and cheaper pick-up lines give us the CBGB's (we shed a crocodile tear for that shuttered legend). Always packed on weekends, if you like crowds.
To be young and in love--with beer and whoever's at the next table over.:
Loosened-tie guys and girls with low-cut tops and lots of lipstick pack into this way-West bar for a weekend dose of drinking, flirting and dancing anywhere there's room. Old jazz-legend photos...