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"Opened by my friend Carlos Quirarte, me, and a few others, this Chrystie Street bar hits every phase of a great night: in the afternoon it’s pretty dead and perfect for being moody or getting stuff off your chest, at sunset it perks up for a locals’ happy hour, and later the rails come off and people get wilder; by last call you’ve likely had a memorable night, too much whisky, and may question some life choices—pro tip: don’t do all three in the same day, choose two and go home; there’s also a truly great burger, a pool table, free toilet paper, and blessed A/C, plus the jukebox has been busted for a while and the floors aren’t too sticky." - Edward Barsamian