Ah .....New York you lover of stars, massive food portions, steaming manholes, good smells, bad smells, bedbugs, cockroaches, dingey bars (Mars Bar you know who you are), this is the the only bar i've ever experienced where in the toilets i didn't want to touch anything including the toilet paper, ice is a luxury and drinks are served straight up hard as nails, you take what you're given. Propping up the bar is a bunch of people who could only be described as a bag of broken biscuits, a jammy dodger with no jam, half a bourbon creme etc... and they have the Pogues on the jukebox. It's good to be back in the city with cars big as bars and rivers of gold.
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