When I think of the East Village I sometimes think of some of the people who used to hang out there. People like my friend Joco (actually Sheko Emil Pareshkivov). He used to hang out by the St Marks free clinic and vamp on the women emerging from there. His reasoning was that they probably went to the clinic for a venereal disease and upon emerging had been cured and were thus safe. By the same reasoning they were probably experienced at having sex and were not shy about having it. It kind of makes sense. Anyway, he introduced us to the short lived Cafe Deja Vu. This was an attempted revival of a coffee house from the Beatnik era, complete with bad poetry, bongo drums and bad coffee
The decor of the St Marks and vicinity shops is still reminiscent of the hippie era. It's fun to simply go sightseeing there.
There used to be a soda fountain facing Tompkins Square Park that used to make a great Lime Rickey. I was disappointed that it was gone. It was replaced by a bar.
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