True artifacts of the East Village’s punk heritage are few and far between these days. One of the few is Manitoba’s, on Avenue B.

In keeping with the no-frills brand of music of its namesake publican, Handsome Dick Manitoba, the place is not exactly plush. There is a photo booth. There is a bar, with workmanlike bartenders. And there is a jukebox, with a selection that ranges from T-Rex to Louis Armstrong.

The real draw may be the walls, which are covered in photos and keepsakes provided by Mr. Manitoba, 61, and not just from the various bands he’s played in, which include Dick Manitoba’s Wild Kingdom, a stint in MC5 and the original lineup of The Dictators (who have a place in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame’s punk wing).

There are pictures of Joan Jett, Deborah Harry, Lester Bangs and The Ronettes, many of them signed and dedicated to Mr. Manitoba, and a page from Elmore Leonard’s 1988 novel “Freaky Deaky” in which one character asks another if he has ever heard of Handsome Dick Manitoba and the Dictators. (The character hasn’t, earning the response, “See, you don’t everything, do you?”)