Holiday Cocktail Lounge is one of the few places in the city that when the old bartender is not present, it would not be unreasonable for you peek over the bar to make sure he hasn't died. If he mixes his own drinks (which he mixes a lot) as stiff as the ones he serves, he is lucky to still be alive and if not kicking, at least grumbling and shuffling.
The lights are dim, the booths held together by duct tape, the glasses are often kind of dirty, and while the jukebox can take an awful turn if the wrong NYU student is present with a bunch of coins burning a hole in his pocket, the music is usually pleasantly depressing. In other words, a perfect dive bar with the aforementioned perfect dive bartender.
But what do you think?