For those residing outside of New York City as well as recent arrivals, the loss of an aging dive bar in the East Village is probably a welcome thing. It's ugly isn't it? Who wants that around? The Mars Bar was the final remnant of a neighborhood that once included CBGBs, the original Knitting Factory, and various haunts of the Beats and other NYC literary notables. But ever since Mayor Bloomberg got his hands on the Landmark Preservation Society, potential landmarks have dropped like bombs over Dresden. No neighborhood is spared the erection of blue glass condos and endless banks, drug stores and yogurt shops.
The spirit of New York lies comatose on a gurney in the Lower East Side; long live New York.