from George Tabb's Music Columb: Punk Rock Jihad, January 2002
The New York Press

. . . speaking of the Mars Bar, my pal Zack Lipez, who bar-backs there, just put out a mini-book of his poetry on Evil Twin Publications. ItŐs called No Seats on the Party Car, and aside from being clever, sensitive and, well, so damn good, it's punk rock! What does Zack write about? What he knows. Sex, self and the subway. If you can find this, pick it up.