Around New York's West Village, old decrepit and much loved drinking haunts like Ye Waverley Inn have been bought up recently and reopened to a restricted and elitist audience. It's not as if these old places have been gutted and then relaunched - their old kookiness remains, their prices go up and as a local, you can't get in any more. Somehow, your old dive bar has a guest list!

Around New York’s West Village, old decrepit and much loved drinking haunts like Ye Waverley Inn have been bought up recently and reopened to a restricted and elitist audience. It’s not as if these old places have been gutted and then relaunched – their old kookiness remains, their prices go up and as a local, you can’t get in any more. Somehow, your old dive bar has a guest list!

To local residents like us, it’s a pain to know that the once-crappy bar at the corner of your residential block is now unavailable to the locals. In vain protest, Guy Brighton took photos of the doorman Angelo of the Beatrice Inn on Saturday night upon refusal but we kinda like this photo that Gawker spotted of a notice in the Old Town bar that really sums up the sentiment. It reads:

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