"Did you pass out on the strip of dive bars that runs along the Cancun lagoon? Are you in Daytona Beach? Bourbon Street in New Orleans? Memphis' Beale Street? What hideous fleshpot have you been transported to where each bar is glitzier and more brain dead than the last, where the themes of the bars are sad parodies of culture, where two margaritas cost you less than one, and all the bar snacks have been fried -- several times."—Robert Sietsema, describing the current state of Avenue B. [FitR]
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