Here’s a spot that was reviewed back in 2010 by our very own “Editor-in-Cheap” Mr. Broke-ass Stuart himself. And like Stuart, I think it’s time for everyone to put on their ruby red slippers, click their heels together three times and find themselves at East River Bar on Mondays, because

  While the original use for this huge bar was a paint factory, the only things currently being produced here are very drunk people.  With the exception of me that is.  Every time I come here I’m already too drunk.  In fact, the first time I was here was when