49 Grove is a one of the few places in New York that you go to and wish that you had never been. It is so depressing that places like this exist - awful management who will keep you in line and refuse to acknowledge your existence despite the fact that they are well aware that you are there for a fundraiser happening downstairs. It is the classic case of pathetic men at the door who use this place as their last chance at testosterone-exhibiting of the week before they take the path train back to mom's house in Jersey and fall asleep in front of wifeswap with a mouth half-full of cheetos. In a wierd way, I feel bad enough for the man who manage this bar that I am actually kind of happy that there is still a place for them in the world.
Pros: the have a bathroom and running water
Cons: the people who work there are still living
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