Today marks the 22nd day of the Wall St. occupation and, going there for the first time last Sunday, my third thought after watching a girl get her bike sawed in half by the cops for standing on the sidewalk with it was, ‘Where is the local pub where people

Now that the International Bar has closed its backyard for construction, I’ve been trying to find another dive in the East Village where I may be able to smoke my cigarettes and drink my whiskey and sodas leisurely. And luckily I found that dive only two blocks down 1st Ave.