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"...Perhaps
the strangest East Village legacy has already passed to that Great Dive Bar in the Sky: I.C. Guys, the sedan of gay bars,
meaning it can seat four people and a go-go bar comfortably. No bigger than a shoe box and one-fourth the size of a backroom,
it epitomized everything that was grand and garish about the East Village: simple, smutty and painfully, wonderfully ridiculous.
Goodbye, wee bar, goodbye." - HX Magazine
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