We wandered into this East Village Las Vegas import dive with an old buddy, who like us is a refugee of former dark times in the East Village. Although the spray paint graffiti still seems fresh, we still have to admit it was a great time. Not just the happy hour and really cheap drinks, but the bartender's attitude (she looked East Village native punk) got us really happy. What could be wrong with an Alphabet City place that declares "You puke...you clean!" as well as has an outdoor patio? Nothing at all. In true Las Vegas style it has become progressively filthier and is on schedule to eventually look vintage East Village. That's the Las Vegas way, right? Don't bother asking about the house special, Ass Juice (you really don't want to know). It's a great place to be sloppy drunk and listen to those vintage punk songs you thought everyone but you forgot. Recently seen: tattoo bbq in the backyard and a sloppy drunk riding a merry-go-round horse for more than 30 minutes while bar patrons laughed at him. All accompanied by Ramones, Sonic Youth and the Clash on the jukebox. You can't hallucinate a better scene...