As seen through this nostalgic video circa 2001.

The original one was tucked discreetly away in a subway station right near my old office at TIME Magazine. Legend has it that this tiny little space used to be a clandestine meeting place for KGB agents during the Cold War. It was here in this decrepit closet that they’d exchange microfilm and secrets about national security, like some creepy scene in “Marathon Man” or “Three Days of the Condor.” In any case, sometime in the 90’s, the place was opened up as a disarmingly intimate but incredibly cool dive bar (with an amazing juke box) that was decked out in entirely in Russian art and Soviet propaganda posters. It was just way too cool.

(via: Flaming Palbum’s 5 Great Missing NYC Dive Bars)