Inside Superdive

If your idea of a good time in college was smoking clove cigarettes and discussing art films, you can stop reading here. If you got your kicks playing quarters, doing keg stands, and drawing on your passed-out roommate’s forehead with indelible marker, however, then your version of heaven has just landed in the East Village.

A play-by-play account of 30 minutes inside Superdive.

10:45: About 15 people stand outside in a random group, some smoking, some crowding the guy at the door. Similarity to college frat party: +1

10:47: We get in without a reservation. Much trickier – do not recommend. Reserve a keg with kegmaster @ superdivebar.com for guaranteed entry. (-2)

10:48: Another guy with clipboard asks us which party we’re with. (-1) We point to an unknown group in the corner: “Those guys.” (+1)

10:49: D. declares this place “the official end of the East Village,” then orders a round of tequila shots. (+2)

10:50: The bartender is cute, female, and wearing short shorts. (-1) Note the artful presentation: plastic shot glass, small slivers of lime on napkin. (+1)

10:51: We down the shots, partially spilling them on ourselves when jostled. (+1)

10:52: There are several varieties of good beer to choose from. (-1) They’re served in traditional plastic keg cups. (+1)

10:54: D. returns from the bathroom, reports the bathroom walls are plain sheetrock. (+1)

10:55: There doesn’t seem to be any decor to speak of at all, except for lighted, refrigerated coolers. The only thing the owners seem to have put any expense into at all is the actual bar. (+2)

10:57: We see a guy in a cast pouring beer from a plastic pitcher. (+1)

10:58: There are many more men here than women, and the women who are here are definitely playing that ratio to their advantage. (+1)

10:59: First HOA (hand on ass) spotting between couple that seems to have just met. (+1)

11:00: Someone wheels another keg past us. (+1)

11:01: Almost everyone looks younger than us except a couple creepy old guys who definitely must have graduated by now. (+1)

11:02: The HOA couple are now making out in the middle of the bar. (+2)

11:03: Someone takes out a big blue foam Yankees hand and starts pointing it in the air to the tune of “Roxanne.” (+3)

11:05: Attempting to have an intellectual conversation (-1), D. wonders if the new bottle service will be a keg.

11:07: Dude in cast and friends start dancing to “Mo Money Mo Problems.” (+1)

11:08: The DJ is actually pretty good. (-1)

11:14: The first Michael Jackson song of the evening comes on. Alternate booing and wild dancing. (+1)

11:15: We leave a half hour later, not having spoken to anyone except ourselves the entire time. On the walk home, we struggle not to admit that it was actually pretty fun. (+3)

Similarity to college frat party: 18 out of 32. Score!

Superdive
200 Avenue A, between 12th and 13th Streets
646-448-4854 (call ahead for keg reservations)
kegmaster @ superdivebar.com