Riding on the upper end of the punk bar bell curve, Continental is trying to make something more of itself. Unfortunately for them, the patrons just aren’t having it. There used to be a space for local bands to play shows, but that has since gone the way of the Dodo, making room for more drinking space. While the décor and ambiance don’t exactly scream ‘punk’ these days, the crowd is the real sell here. A mixture of clueless tourists and die-hard veterans subsist on what is probably New York City’s best ‘I desperately need to forget my name and how much I hate myself’ value: five shots of anything for $10. Perfect for pregaming, postgaming, or flat-lining. Sure, The Continental may appear lifeless to those who knew it ten years ago, but the spirit remains. A film projector makes regular showings of pulp movies, from the original Dick Tracy to the modern noir of Pulp Fiction. The Continental may be singing a swan song to the old days of carefree punk, but the new sound is still worth a listen.