Seeing Double

When I walk up Second Avenue in the East Village, through the frat-bar gauntlet, I get an overwhelming feeling of deja vu.

It's not the pig. It's not the memory of vanished Dick's Bar. It's something else...I can't quite put my finger on it...



Can anybody help me figure out why something here seems so strangely familiar?

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