Dive bars will save the West
They’re bastions of authenticity in performative times
They’re bastions of authenticity in performative times
It provided everything a human being requires — and it was a two-minute walk from my house
You needn’t travel to Ireland to celebrate its saint’s day
Is it the best bar in Brooklyn? Certainly
Plastic ashtrays line the tables and bar as a living symbol of Texan freedom
For my money the only ‘cocktail’ worthy of the name is the classic martini, together with the gimlet
I can’t wait to go back
It’s like dropping into the opening scene of an Agatha Christie story: anything could happen
Establishments where writers and reporters liked to drink hold for me a privileged position
The pub has Ireland, and the Irish experience in America, in its DNA
The mere fact it is on that liminal, edgy, Mexico-American borderland adds a definite frisson
I once said when it closes, it’ll be time to leave New York. That was seventeen years ago
What Colony lacks in ash it makes up for with the world’s best pizza, one designed specifically for drinkers
Spare a thought, dear Americans, for the British cost-of-drinking crisis
By the time I hit the ground running in 1956, Orsini’s was jumping
The Post Pub is rumored to be reopening after a tragic dip in drinking saw it flounder