When Croxley Ales opened up more than a year ago, I said, ""A sports bar? That is so not the East Village."" Turns out I was wrong. It is very much a symptom of what the East Village has become--a neighborhood of meatheads and jocks who feel that the neighborhood is their own personal playground. If wide-screen TVs and hot wings are your fare, then put on your college sweatshirt, flip your baseball cap to rally mode and pump your fist in the air, because everyone at Croxley Ales knows your name, Chip. I can't wait for the Hooters to open up where Charas used to be.
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